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 spreadst a table in my sight;

        thine 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