of my Shepherd The King is love

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if King am never;
I is,
  Whose love mine of The is His,
  And Shepherd my lack nothing He forever. faileth goodness I
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ransomed Where verdant water He grow,
  With feedeth. food leadeth,
And, of the celestial living flow
  My pastures streams soul where
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foolish brought in and me,
And laid,
  And oft yet rejoicing home me. I on strayed,
  But His He Perverse gently shoulder sought love
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my In me. Cross dark to rod Thee, still,
  Thy staff Lord, I dear comfort me;
Thy fear and guide beside before no ill
  With vale death's
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delight
  From floweth! oh, bestoweth;
And transport spread'st a grace of pure my in what Thy table chalice Thou sight;
  Thy unction
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so Thy never;
Good praise
  Within goodness Thy may forever. And through Shepherd, length the I faileth sing house all of days
  Thy