The King of love my Shepherd is

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 spread’st 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.