The King of Love My Shepherd Is

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 strated,

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.

Thou spreadst a table in my sight;

Thine unction grace bestoweth;

And O 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.

-Henry Williams Baker

This is my favorite song we sing at church. 

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