my The Shepherd is of King love

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