The King of love my shepherd is, 
Whose goodness faileth never.  
I nothing lack if I am his, 
And he is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow, 
My ransomed soul he leadeth; 
And where the verdant pastures grow, 
With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed, 
But yet in love he sought me; 
And on his shoulder gently laid, 
And home, rejoicing, brought me. 


In death's dark vale I fear no ill, 
With thee, dear Lord, beside me; 
Thy rod and staff my comfort still, 
Thy cross before to guide me.

Thou spreadst a table in my sight; 
Thy unction grace bestoweth; 
And oh, what transport of delight 
From thy pure chalice floweth!


And so through all the length of days, 
Thy goodness faileth never; 
Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise

Within thy house forever. 


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