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And though I were even at Death’s door, yet would I fear none ill: For with thy rod and shepherd’s crook I am comforted still.

The Lord is only my support, and he that doth me feed: How can I then lack any thing whereof I stand in need.

And finally while breath doth last, thy grace shall me defend, And in the House of God will I my life for ever spend.

He doth me fold in coats most safe the tender Grass fast by: And after drives me to the streams which run most pleasantly. And when I feel my self near lost, then doth he me home take, Conducting me in his right paths even for his own Name’s sake.