of King is love Shepherd my The

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