The Lord Is my Shepherd.
By J. S. Wilder
HOW BEAUTIFUL and touching are the words of the twenty-third Psalm: “The Lord is my shepherd!” How often has the fainting, trembling soul been blessed and strengthened by the sweet assurance, “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.” How sweet to realize in your own heart of hearts that though all earthly prospects may fade, though friends may pass away from our sight, and all the fond ties of affection be severed, yet if we can look up, and putting our hand into the hand of our Father, can say, “The Lord is my shepherd,” we are indeed blessed! Does not the good Shepherd gently lead his flock into green pastures and beside the still waters? Oh! let us remember in our day of trial and sorrow that the Lord is our shepherd; we shall not want. It is but a short time since I commenced to keep the seventh-day Sabbath. I regret that I have lived so long disregarding God’s holy day. But now I seek for strength and courage to fight well the battle of this life, and gain eternal life at last.