THE KING OF LOVE MY SHEPHERD IS,
WHOSE GOODNESS FAILS ME NEVER.
I NOTHING LACK IF I AM HIS,
AND HE IS MINE FOREVER.
PERVERSE AND FOOLISH, I HAVE 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 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 FAILS ME NEVER;
GOOD SHEPHERD, MAY I SING YOUR PRAISE
WITHIN YOUR HOUSE FOREVER.
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