The is love Shepherd my King of

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