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;
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!
|First Line:||The King of love my shepherd is|
|Title:||The King of Love My Shepherd Is|
|Author:||Henry W. Baker, 1821-77|
|Scripture:||Psalm 23; John 10:11; Luke 15:4-7; Revelation 7:17|
|Source:||Irish, c. 18th cent.; Service Book and Hymnal, 1958 (Setting)|