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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Nov 30, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 47.

A LIVING FOUNT.

By Llewellyn A. Morrison

The Twenty-third Psalm.

BY LLEWELLYN A. MORRISON.

As ONE, who, by some limpid pool, (All crystal in its clearness, Kept in shadow, calm and cool, By the great mountain’s nearness) All baffled in life’s baneful way, Crush’d, comfortless, forsaken, Bows by the brink at death of day His desert thirst to slaken,—

So kneel I, from the moil and strife Where pain and peril grieve me, By this pure fount of perfect life Till fear and famine leave me. Here, falling prone, ’tis very sweet To quench the fever burning, And, lip to lip, my spirit meet, From the white wave returning.

Safe all night long, I lie secure, While restful balms restore me— My Shepherd’s watchful solace sure, Because He bendeth o’er me. I wake, new-born, with morning beams His winsomeness translating, And pass with Him by purling streams Unto the fold, awaiting.

Toronto, Can.