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Lo, my shepherd’s hand divine!
Want shall never more be mine:
In a pasture fair and large
He shall feed his happy charge,
And my couch with tenderest care
‘Midst the springing grass prepare.
When I faint with summer’s heat,
He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadows flow:
When through devious paths I stray,
He shall teach the better way.
Through the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o’erspread,
I shall walk from terror free,
While each needed strength I see
By Thy rods and staff supplied;
This my guard, and that my guide.
Thou my plenteous board hast spread;
Thou with oil refreshed my head;
Filled by Thee, my cup o’erflows;
For Thy love no limit knows;
And unto my latest end
Thou my footsteps shalt attend.
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7 7 7 7 7 7
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MAIDSTONE
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7 7 7 7 7 7
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