One things that strikes me is how green everything is looking - hardly surprising given all the rain we have had this summer!
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours attend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in a bare and rugged way
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pain beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
These lovely words by J Addison (based on Psalm 23) are often sung to the tune 'Surrey'.
2 comments:
Yes, a lovely tune; would that 'And can it be' were also sung to that tune instead of the dreadful fuguing tune called 'Sagina'.
We appear to have similar tastes in hymn tunes!
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