1 The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His,
And He is mine for ever.
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.
9 The King of love my Shepherd is
Words: Henry Williams Baker Music: John Bacchus Dykes
5 Thou spread'st a table in my sight,
Of love beyond all knowing;
And O, what gladness and delight
From Thy pure cup is flowing!
6 And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house for ever.