Shepherd The is of love my King

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