love King my is The Shepherd of

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