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Wha is my shepherd weel I
ken,
The Lord Himsel' is he;
He leeds me whaur the girse is green
An' burnies quaet that be.
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Aft times I fain astray wad
gang
An' wann'r far awa';
He fin's me oot, He pits me richt,
An brings me hame an' a'.
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Tho' I pass through the
gruesome cleugh,
Fin' I ken He is near;
His muckle crook will me defen',
Sae I ha'e nocht to fear.
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Ilk comfort whilk a sheep could
need,
His thochtfu' care provides;
Tho' wolves an' dogs may prowl aboot,
In safety me he hides.
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His guidness an' His
mercy baith
Nae doot will bide wi' me
while faulded on the fields o' time,
Or o' eternity.
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