King my The Shepherd love of is

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