King The love of is Shepherd my

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