The God of love my Shepherd is
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The God of love my Shepherd is, And he that doth me feed; While he is mine and I am his, What can I want or need? He leads me to the tender grass, Where I both feed and rest; Then to the streams that gently pass: In both I have the best. Or if I stray, he doth convert, And bring my mind in frame, And all this not for my desert, But for his holy name. Yea, in death's shady black abode Well may I walk, not fear; For thou art with me, and thy rod To guide, thy staff to bear. Surely thy sweet and wondrous love Shall measure all my days; And, as it never shall remove, So neither shall my praise. |
Amat me Deus et regit, nec nutrit alius; sim eius (id mi sufficit) et ille sit meus. Ad laeta ducit pascua, ut vescar otians, et ad tranquilla flumina, utrimque bona dans. Vertit, si forte erraverim, mentemque revocat, non quia dignus ego sim sed se quod deceat. Sic mortis in caligine securus ivero, virga tua ducente me, levante baculo. Dum vixero, duraverit mirandus iste amor; aeternus ille, neve sit laus mea brevior. |