1  The King of love my Shepherd is,

       Whose goodness faileth never;

    I nothing lack if I am His,

       And He is mine forever.

 2  Where streams of living water flow

       My ransomed soul He leadeth,

    And, where the verdant pastures grow,

       With food celestial feedeth.

 3  Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,

       But yet in love He sought me,

    And on His shoulder gently laid,

       And home rejoicing brought me.

 4  In death's dark vale I fear no ill

       With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;

    Thy rod and staff my comfort still,

       Thy Cross before to guide me.

 5  Thou spread'st a table in my sight;

       Thy unction grace bestoweth;

    And oh, what transport of delight

       From Thy pure chalice floweth!

 6  And so through all the length of days

       Thy goodness faileth never;

    Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise

       Within Thy house forever.