Happy me! O happy sheep! Whom my GOD vouchsafes to keep, Ev'n my GOD, ev'n He it is That points me to these paths of bliss On Whose pastures cheerful Spring, All the year doth sit and sing, And rejoicing, smiles to see Their green backs wear His livery: Pleasure sings my soul to rest, Plenty wears me at her breast, Whose sweet temper teaches me Not wanton, nor in want to be. At my feet the blubbering mountain Weeping, melts into a fountain, Whose soft silver-sweating streams Make high-noon forget his beams: When my wayward breath is flying, He calls home my soul from dying, Strokes and tames my rabid grief, And does woo me into life: When my simple weakness strays, (Tangled in forbidden ways), He (my Shepherd) is my guide; He's before me, on my side; And behind me, He beguiles Craft in all her knotty wiles: He expounds the weary wonder Of my giddy steps, and under Spreads a path clear as the day, Where no churlish rub [166] says nay To my joy-conducted feet, Whilst they gladly go to meet Grace and Peace, to learn new lays Tuned to my great Shepherd's praise. Come now, all ye terrors, sally, Muster forth into the valley, Where triumphant darkness hovers With a sable wing, that covers Brooding horror. Come, thou Death, Let the damps of thy dull breath Over-shadow e'en that shade, And make Darkness' self afraid; There my feet, e'en there, shall find Way for a resolvéd mind. Still my Shepherd, still my GOD, Thou art with me; still Thy rod, And Thy staff, whose influence Gives direction, gives defence. At the whisper of Thy word Crown'd abundance spreads my board: While I feast, my foes do feed Their rank malice, not their need, So that with the self-same bread They are starved, and I am fed. How my head in ointment swims! How my cup o'er-looks her brims! So, e'en so still may I move By the line of Thy dear love; Still may Thy sweet mercy spread A shady arm above my head, About my paths; so shall I find The fair centre of my mind, Thy temple, and those lovely walls Bright ever with a beam that falls Fresh from the pure glance of Thine eye, Lighting to Eternity. There I'll dwell for ever, there Will I find a purer air To feed my life with, there I'll sup Balm and nectar in my cup; And thence my ripe soul will I breathe Warm into the arms of Death. Footnotes: [166] rub, obstruction |