You might be interested in this by J Addison and a Scottish version of the same psalm
The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;
His presence shall my wants supply
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He shall attend
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds, I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
Uncle Bob 1:16 pm on February 21, 2013 | #
Hi Rob
You might be interested in this by J Addison and a Scottish version of the same psalm
The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;
His presence shall my wants supply
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He shall attend
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds, I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
Joseph Addison (1672 -1719)
23rd Psalm in Broad Scots ©
by John Moir
Banchory, Scotland
Wha’ is my shepherd weel I ken
The Lord himsel’ is he:
He leads me whaur the girse is green
An’ burnies quiet that be.
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’.
Tho I pass through the gruesome cleuch
Fin’ I ken He is near:
His muckle crook will me defen’
Sae I ha’e nocht to fear.
Ilk comfort whilk a sheep could need
His thoghtfu’ care provides:
Tho’ wolves an’ dogs may prowl aboot
In safety me He hides.
His guidness an’ his mercy baith
Nae doot will bide wi’ He -
While fallded on the fields o’ time
Or o’ eternity.
rob 9:13 pm on February 21, 2013 | #
Ah- wonderful both! Thank you.