The King of love my shepherd is,
whose goodness fails me never.
I nothing lack if I am his,
and he is mine forever.
Where streams of living water flow,
my ransomed soul he’s leading;
and where the verdant pastures grow,
with food celestial feeding.
Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed,
and yet in love he sought me;
upon 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 table in my sight;
your saving grace bestowing;
and oh, what joy and pure 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 forever.
Based on Psalm 23
Text: Sir H. W. Baker, 1868
Tune: St. Columba (Irish)