of Shepherd is my love The King

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