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“He leadeth me by the still waters." TE leadeth mel oh! blessed thought, IT Oh! words with heavenly comfort fraught; Whate'er I do, whero'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mi e,
And when my task on earth is done,
Jos. H. Gilmore.
COME, O come! with sacred lays,
U Let us sound th' Almighty's praise ; Hither, bring in true consent, Heart, and voice, and instrument. Let the orpharion sweet With the harp and viol meet : To your voices tune the lute : Let not tongue nor string be mute : Nor a creature dumb be found, That hath either voice or sound,
Let such things as do not live,
Come, ye sons of human race,