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 may I sing thy praise

Within thy house forever.