Classic Poem

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 rescued 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.

In death's dark vale I fear no ill
With thee, dear Lord, beside me,
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy hand and touch to guide me.

And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never:
Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise
Within thy house forever!