648. C. M. J. Q. Adams.

Psalm 23.

1My Shepherd is the Lord on high;

His hand supplies me still;

In pastures green he makes me lie,

Beside the rippling rill:

He cheers my soul, relieves my woes,

His glory to display;

The paths of righteousness he shows,

And leads me in his way.

2Though walking through death's dismal shade,

No evil will I fear;

Thy rod, thy staff shall lend me aid,

For thou art ever near:

For me a table thou dost spread

In presence of my foes;

With oil thou dost anoint my head;

By thee my cup o'erflows.

3Thy goodness and thy mercy sure

Shall bless me all my days;

And I, with lips sincere and pure,

Will celebrate thy praise:

Yes, in the temple of the Lord

Forever I will dwell;

To after time thy name record,

And of thy glory tell.

The Cross of Christ.

1In the cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time;

All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

2When the woes of life o'ertake me,

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,

Never shall the cross forsake me;

Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

3When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way,

From the cross the radiance streaming

Adds more lustre to the day.

4Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

By the cross are sanctified;

Peace is there that knows no measure,

Joys that through all time abide.