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