The King of Love my Shepherd is
whose goodness fails me never
I nothing lack if I am His
and He is mine, forever.
Where streams of living water flow
with gentle care He leads me
and where the verdant pastures grow
with Heavenly Food He feeds me.
Perverse and foolish I have strayed
But yet in love He sought me
and on His shoulders gently laid
and home rejoicing brought me.
In deaths dark vale I fear no ill
with You, dear Lord, beside me
your rod and staff my comfort still
your cross before to guide me.
You spread a table in my sight
your saving grace bestowing
and O what joy and true delight
from your pure chalice flowing.
And so through all the length of days
your goodness fails me never
Good Shepherd may I sing your praise
within your house forever.
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