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 66 TWENTY THIRD PSALM. In the assembly where The just remains. For why? the LORD wha beirs record, He knaws the righteous conversation ay, But godless gaits, which he so hates, Sall quickly perish, and bot dout decay. THE TWENTY THIRD PSALM. I. The Lord maist hie, I knaw will be An hird to me. I cannot lang haif stress, nor staud in ne He makes my lair, In fields maist fair, Whare I bot cair, Reposing at my pleasure safely feid. He sweetly me convoys To pleisand springs, Whare naething me annoys, But pleasure brings : He brings my mind, fit to sic kind, That force or fear of fae cannot me grieve He does me lead in perfect freid, Aud for his name he will me never leave. II. Though I wald stray, Ilk day by day, In deidly way, Yet will I not despair, I fear none ill;