2 He leads me to the place
  Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
  And full salvation flows.

3 If e’er I go astray,
  He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me, in his own right way,
  For his most holy name.

4 While he affords his aid,
  I cannot yield to fear;
Tho’ I should walk thro’ death’s dark shade,
  My Shepherd’s with me there.

     Isaac Watts, 1719.

361 Lisbon.  S.M.

Psalm 37:3-7. (745)

Here I can firmly rest;
  I dare to boast of this,
That God, the highest and the best,
  My Friend and Father is.

2 Naught have I of my own,
  Naught in the life I lead;
What Christ hath given, that alone
  I dare in faith to plead.

3 I rest upon the ground
  Of Jesus and his blood;
It is through him that I have found
  My soul’s eternal good.

4 At cost of all I have,
  At cost of life and limb,
I cling to God who yet shall save;
  I will not turn from him.

5 His Spirit in me dwells,
  O’er all my mind he reigns;
My care and sadness he dispels,
  And soothes away my pains.

6 He prospers day by day
  His work within my heart,
Till I have strength and faith to say,
  Thou, God, my Father art!

     Paul Gerhardt, 1650. 
     Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth, 1855.

362 Segur. 8s, 7s, & 4s.

Through the Desert. (807)

Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah,
  Pilgrim thro’ this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
  Hold me with thy powerful hand. 
      Bread of heaven,
  Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open now thy crystal fountain,
  Whence the healing streams do flow,
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
  Lead me all my journey thro’;
      Strong deliverer,
  Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
  Bid my anxious fears subside;
Foe to death and hell’s destruction,
  Land me safe on Canaan’s side;
      Songs of praises,
  I will ever give to thee.

     William Williams, 1774.

363 Lisbon.  S.M.

Hope Thou in God. (860)

Give to the winds thy fears;
  Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
  God shall lift up thy head.

2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
  He gently clears the way;
Wait thou his time; so shall this night
  Soon end in joyous day.

3 What, though thou rulest not? 
  Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim,—­God sitteth on the throne,
  And ruleth all things well.

4 Leave to his sovereign sway
  To choose and to command;
So shalt thou wondering own, his way
  How wise, how strong his hand!

     Ger., Paul Gerhardt, 1666.  Tr.  John Wesley, 1739.