1 The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine for ever.
2 Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.
3 Perverse and foolish oft I stray'd,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.
4 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.
5 Thou spread'st a table in my sight,
Thy unction grace bestoweth,
And O the transport of delight
with which my cup o'erfloweth!
6 And so, through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never:
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house for ever!
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First Line: | The King of love my Shepherd is |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Joy |