my King is love Shepherd of The

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Shepherd never;
I faileth if my am I nothing is He forever. is,
  Whose love goodness The of King mine His,
  And lack
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where the leadeth,
And, grow,
  With ransomed pastures flow
  My verdant feedeth. streams Where celestial water of He food living soul
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brought sought strayed,
  But in me. He and oft home love I His laid,
  And shoulder yet rejoicing me,
And foolish gently Perverse on
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ill
  With before beside vale Thee, comfort staff In rod dear death’s and to I guide me. me;
Thy fear Lord, no Cross still,
  Thy my dark
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delight
  From my spread’st transport bestoweth;
And grace a sight;
  Thy unction pure chalice of in what floweth! oh, Thou Thy table
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length And goodness so through praise
  Within I Shepherd, house Thy may Thy days
  Thy forever. the all never;
Good sing of faileth