September 30

The Lord is my Shepherd.

TAKE, Shepherd, take thy prize, For who like thee can sing?

No fleece of mingled dyes,

No apples fair, I bring;

No smooth two-handled bowl,

Wrought with the clasping vine—

Take, take my heart and soul,

My songs, for they are thine!

Oh, sing thy song again,

And these of mine may pass

As quick as summer rain

Dries on the thirsty grass.

Thou wouldst not do me wrong,

Thou wilt not silent be;

Thy one, thy only song,

Dear Shepherd, teach to me!

DORA GREEN- WELL

A SACRAMENT