The King of love my Shepherd is,

Whose goodness faileth never:

I nothing lack if l am His,

And He is mine for ever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 for ever!