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George Herbert - The Twenty-Third Psalme
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The God of love my shepherd is,
     And he that doth me feed:
While he is mine, and I am his,
     What can I want or need?

He leads me to the tender grasse,
     Where I both feed and rest;
Then to the streams that gently passe:
     In bothe I have the best.

Or if I stray, he doth convert,
     And bring my minde in frame:
And all this not for my desert,
     But for his holy name.

Yea, in death`s shadie black abode
     Well may I walk, not fear:
For thou art with me, and thy rod
     To guide, thy staffe to bear.

Nay, thou dost make me sit and dine,
     Ev`n in my enemies` sight;
My head with oyl, my cup with wine
     Runnes over day and night.

Surely thy sweet and wondrous love
     Shall measure all my dayes;
And as it never shall remove,
     So neither shall my praise.
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