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 Savior gently leads me And where the verdant pastures grow With food celestial feeds me Confused and foolish oft I strayed But yet in love he sought me And on 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 A banquet here bestowing Your oil of welcome my delight My cup is overflowing And so through all the length of days Your goodness fails me never Good Shepherd may I sing your praise Within your house forever