Infinite Mind my Shepherd is,
And want I cannot see;
The fragrant pastures all are His,
And here He leadeth me
Beside the streams of thought divine,
And showeth me that all is mine.
True sense of Life He doth restore
To me in error's dream;
Right thinking opens wide the door
Wherein the glorious gleam
Of Truth and Love falls on my heart,
And Him I understand—in part.
What though death's shade fall on my path?
God's image cannot die;
With me He stays, and error's wrath
Flees far, for He is nigh.
His rod and staff they comfort me,
He stills the wave on boisterous sea.
Beauty for ashes He doth give,
His joy anoints my head;
When Love is here, hate cannot live,
And Love love's feast doth spread.
His goodness sure shall follow me,
And ever in Mind's house I'll be.
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