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