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was sung by the congregation, in like manner with the former--the
preacher reading two lines at a time, after having first gone through
the perusal aloud of the piece entire. With the recognised privilege of
the romancer, who is supposed to have a wizard control over men, events,
and things alike, we are enabled to preserve the paraphrase here:--
"SHEPHERD'S HYMN"
"Oh, when I rove the desert waste, and 'neath the hot sun pant,
The Lord shall be my shepherd then--he will not let me want--
He'll lead me where the pastures are of soft and shady green,
And where the gentle waters rove the quiet hills between.
"And when the savage shall pursue, and in his grasp I sink,
He will prepare the feast for me, and bring the cooling drink--
And save me harmless from his hands, and strengthen me in toil,
And bless my home and cottage-lands, and crown my head with oil.
"With such a Shepherd to protect--to guide and guard me still,
And bless my heart with every good, and keep from every ill--
Surely I shall not turn aside, and scorn his kindly care,
But keep the path he points me out, and dwell for ever there.
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