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| THE KING of love my shepherd is, | |
| Whose goodness faileth never: | |
| I nothing lack if I am his, | |
| And he is mine forever. | |
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| Where streams of living water flow | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| And on his shoulder 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, | 15 |
| 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 floweth! | 20 |
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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. | |
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