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.