is of love Shepherd King The my

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