Psalm Twenty-Three by Mrs. E. M. Peebles

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 30, 1916

Psalm Twenty-Three

By Mrs. E. M. Peebles

MRS. E. M. PEEBLES

The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know. In green pastures he makes me recline, And by the clear streamlet—how gentle its flow! He leads me, his hand clasping mine.

My soul, though all sin-sick, yet not marred beyond cure, He heals, and restores, and makes whole; And gives me his robe of true righteousness pure To cover the rags of my soul.

And when the dark valley I have to pass through, I walk with the staff of his word, For I know that no evil my soul can undo While I lean on the arm of my Lord.

He feeds me with manna, so heavenly sweet, Far better than viands of earth. And so with the oil of gladness replete, My cup runneth o'er without dearth.

So goodness and mercy shall follow me through This darksome and sorrowful world, Until by and by in heaven I view The dear blessed face of my Lord. Then forever and aye, in the home of my soul, I'll dwell, blessed Saviour, with thee; 'Tis thou who didst save me, and madest me whole, From sin and from death set me free.