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.
!n death's dark vale I fear no ill
With You, dear Lord, beside me;
Your rod and staff my comfort still,
Your cross before to guide me.
And so through all the length of days
Your goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Youry praise
Within Your house forever.