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