love King of The my Shepherd is

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