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In pastures fresh, he makes me feed
Beside the living streams.
2. He brings my wandering spirit back,
When I forsake his ways,
And leads me for his mercy's sake
In paths of truth and grace.
3. When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay.
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
4. Thy hand, in sight of all my foes
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflow
Thine oil-annointing head.
5. The sure provision of my God
Attends me all my days;
O, may thy house be mine abode,
And all my works be praise.
6. To each the covenant blood apply
Which takes our sin away,
And registers our names on high,
And keep us to that day.
7. There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger nor a guest:
But like a child at home.
HYMN 12. Of the Christian's Barbarity.
1. Was stolen and sold from Africa,
Imported to America:
Like the brute beasts at market sold.
To stand the heat and bear the cold.
When will Jehovah hear our cries!
And free the sons of Africa.
2. They bear the lash—endure the pain—
Forced through frost, hail, snow and rain,
And often-night sleep on the ground,
No freedom till, the grave is found,
