The King of love my Shepherd is,
whose goodness faileth 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, oft 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 cross before to guide me.
And so through all the length of days,
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
within Thy house forever.