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 waters 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.

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