Hymn 

The king of love my shepherd is,
 Whose goodness faileth never;
 I nothing lack if I am his
 And he is mine for ever.
 
 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.

 Thou spread'st a table in my sight;
 Thy 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 for ever.