The King love Shepherd of is my

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