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   n deaths 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  thou spreadst a table in my sight thy unction grace bestoweth and o what transport of delight from thy pure chalice floweth  and so through all the length of days thy goodness faileth never good shepherd may i sing thy praise within thy house forever 