love of Shepherd is King The my

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