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 leadeth,

And where the verdant pastures grow,

With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish off 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 Thee, dear Lord, beside me;

Thy rod and staff my comfort still,

Thy Word before to guide me.

He spreads a table in my sight,

Thy saving grace bestowing,

And oh, what transport of delight

From Thy pure chalice floweth.

And so, through all the length of days,

Thy goodness faileth never;

Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise

Within Thy house forever!

Ending

Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise

Within Thy house forever.