| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | The King of love my Shepherd is | | By Sir Henry Williams Baker (18211877) |
| | | | The Lord is my shepherd. |
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| THE KING of love my Shepherd is, | |
| Whose goodness faileth never; | |
| I nothing lack if I am His | |
| And He is mine for ever. | |
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| Where streams of living water flow | 5 |
| My ransomed soul He leadeth, | |
| And, where the verdant pastures grow, | |
| With food celestial feedeth. | |
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| Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, | |
| But yet in love He sought me, | 10 |
| And on His shoulder gently laid, | |
| And home, rejoicing, brought me. | |
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| In deaths dark vale I fear no ill | |
| With Thee, dear Lord, beside me; | |
| Thy rod and staff my comfort still, | 15 |
| Thy Cross before to guide me. | |
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| Thou spreadst a table in my sight; | |
| Thy unction grace bestoweth; | |
| And, oh, what transport of delight | |
| From Thy pure Chalice floweth! | 20 |
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| And so through all the length of days | |
| Thy goodness faileth never; | |
| Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise | |
| Within Thy house for ever. | | | |
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