Tuesday, October 26, 2004
the king of love my sheperd is,
whose goodnes faileth never.
i nothing lack if i am his,
and he is mine forever.
where the streams of living water flow,
my ransomed soul he leadeth;
and where the verdant pastures grow
with food celestial feedeth
preserve and foolish, oft i strayed,
but yet love he sought me;
and on his shoulder greatly laid,
and home,rejoycing,brought me.
in death's 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 spreadest a table in my sight;
the unction grace bestoweth;
and oh,what transport of delight
from thy pure chalicw floweth!
and so through all the length of days,
thy goodness paileth never;
good sherperd,may i sing thy praise
within thy house forever.
Psalm 22 (23)
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