The King of Love My Shepherd Is

The King of love my Shepherd is,

Whose goodness faileth never;

I nothing lack if I am His,

And He is mine forever.

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.

And so through all the length of days

Thy goodness faileth never;

Good Shepherd! I would sing Thy praise

Within Thy house forever.