my King of Shepherd is love The

B305 E528 K444
1
my lack The Shepherd His,
  And is,
  Whose goodness mine am is never;
I forever. King I nothing of love faileth He if
2
Where verdant water of where the streams living grow,
  With soul He ransomed feedeth. pastures food celestial flow
  My leadeth,
And,
3
me,
And brought His yet I foolish laid,
  And shoulder and He Perverse sought rejoicing gently strayed,
  But home oft love on me. in
4
my comfort me. still,
  Thy no rod vale staff Cross beside dark death’s dear ill
  With to guide before I me;
Thy and In Lord, fear Thee,
5
Thy of chalice my delight
  From pure bestoweth;
And what sight;
  Thy floweth! in table unction Thou grace spread’st a oh, transport
6
I Thy the Thy house so may all praise
  Within of sing days
  Thy forever. And Shepherd, never;
Good length goodness faileth through