"THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD: I SHALL NOT WANT."
By L. M. T. Ayres
The Lord of hosts' my portion now,
In him I will rejoice:
Though waves, and storms, my path surround,
I hear my Saviour's voice. He says, Fear not, ye trembling soul,
That stormy path I've trod;
I know its dangers, and control
Affliction's frowning rod. Fight on, you soon shall conqueror be;
Thy strength, Omnipotence,
My wisdom, goodness, mercy, see,
Thy Captain and defense. 'Tis not in earth, or hell, to harm
The temple where I dwell.
In safety stand, nor heed the alarm;
Thy wall's Immanuel. My God, my hope, my life, my all,
Set up thy kingdom here;
Let not the world's delusive calls
Divert me from thy fear. Lord, I believe; assist my faith,
Be Simon's favor, mine;
O leave me not in unbelief,
Nor let my love decline. My heart! that loathsome enemy,
Wash white in Jesus' blood;
While to the world I'm crucified,
And lose myself in God. L. M. T. AYRES.
Fulton Center, Ills.