The King of love my shepherd is, 
Whose goodness faileth never.  
I nothing lack if I am His, 
And He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow, 
My ransomed soul He leadeth; 
And where the verdant pastures grow, 
With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed, 
But yet in love He sought me; 
And on His shoulder gently laid, 
And home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death's dark vale I fear no ill, 
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me; 
Thy rod and staff my comfort still, 
Thy cross before to guide me.

Thou spreadst a table in my sight; 
Thy unction grace bestoweth; 
And oh, what transport of delight 
From Thy pure chalice floweth!

And so through all the length of days, 
Thy goodness faileth never; 
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise 
Within Thy house forever.