Author

Henry Williams Baker (1821-1877) *© Copyright in this version Jubilate Hymns

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The King of love my Shepherd is,
whose goodness fails me never;
I nothing lack if I am his
and he is mine for ever.

Where streams of living water flow
a ransomed soul, he leads me;
and where the fertile pastures grow,
with food from Heaven feeds me.

Perverse and foolish I have strayed,
but yet in love he sought me;
and on his shoulder gently laid,
and home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
with you, dear Lord, beside me;
your rod and staff my comfort still,
your cross before to guide me.

You spread a banquet in my sight
of love beyond all knowing;
and O the gladness and delight
from your pure chalice flowing!

And so through all the length of days
your goodness fails me never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing your praise
within your house for ever!

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