The Shepherd my of King love is

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