1 The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine forever.
2 Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.
3 Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.
4 In 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.
5 You spread a table in my sight;
Your saving grace bestowing;
And O what transport of delight
From Your pure chalice flowing!
6 And so through all the length of days
Your goodness fails me never.
Good Shepherd, may I sing Your praise
Within Your house forever.