The Lord is my defence and guide,
My wants are by his care supply’d:
He leads me to refreshing shades,
Thro’ verdant plains and flow’ry meads;
‘And there securely makes me lie,
Near silver currents rolling by
To guide my erring feet aright,
He gilds my paths with sacred light:
And to this own immortal praise,
Conducts me in his perfect ways.
In death’s uncomfortable shade
No terror can my soul invade:
While he, my strong defence, is near,
His pretence scatters all despair.
My spiteful foes, with envy, see
His plenteous table spread for me:
My cup o’erflows with sparkling wine,
With fragrant oils my temples shine.
Since God hath wond’rous mercy shew’d,
And crown’d my smiling years with good;
The life he graciously prolongs,
Shall be employ’d in grateful songs;
My voice in lofty hymns I’ll raise,
And in his temple spend my days.
Text: Poems on Several Occasions (London: E. Dudley [and seven others], 1778), pp. 110-11.