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 O 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.