is my love King of Shepherd The

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