Poem by George Herbert

The 23 Psalme

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 grasse,
	Where I both feed and rest;
Then to the streams that gently passe:
	In both I have the best.

Or if I stray, he doth convert
	And bring my minde in frame:
And all this not for my desert,
	But for his holy name.

Yea, in deaths shadie black abode
	Well may I walk, not fear:
For thou art with me; and thy rod
	To guide, thy staffe to bear.

Nay, thou dost make me sit and dine,
	Ev'n in my enemies sight:
My head with oyl, my cup with wine
	Runnes over day and night.

Surely thy sweet and wondrous love
	Shall measure all my dayes:
And as it never shall remove,
	So neither shall my praise.

1. Affliction (IV)
2. Affliction (II)
3. Avarice
4. The Church Militant
5. The Bag

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