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