The King of Love My Shepherd
by Author: H. W. Baker (1868)
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The King of love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if! am His, And He is mine for ever.
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Where streams of living water flow My ransomed soul He leadeth, And where the verdant pastures grow, With food celestial feedeth.
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Perverse and foolish oft I strayed; But yet in love He sought me, And on His shoulders gently laid, And home rejoicing brought me.
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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.
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Thou spread'st a table in my sight; Thy unction grace bestoweth; And O what transport of delight From Thy pure chalice flowth!
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And so through all the length of days Thy goodness faileth never; Good shepherd, may I sing Thy praise Within Thy house forever!