The King of love my shepherd is,
Whose goodness fails me never;
I nothing lack if I am his,
And he is mine forever.
Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul he's leading,
And where the verdant pastures grow
Which food celestial feeding.
Confused and foolish I strayed,
But yet in love he sought me;
And on his shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing brought me.
In death's dark vale I fear no ill
With you, dear Lord, beside me,
Your rod and staff my comfort still,
Your cross before to guide me.
You spread a table in my sight;
Your saving grace bestowing;
And O what transport of delight
From your pure chalice flowing.
And so through all the length of days
Your goodness fails me never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing your praise
Within your house forever.