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