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;

Thine unction grace bestoweth;

And O, what transport and 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.

Amen.