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 spread”¦st a table in my sight;
Thy unction grace
bestoweth;
And O 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.
