is Shepherd love The of King my

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