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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By “The King of love my Shepherd is”

Sir Henry Williams Baker (1821–1877)

  • “The Lord is my shepherd.”
  • —Psalm xxiii. 1.

  • THE KING of love my Shepherd is,

    Whose goodness faileth never;

    I nothing lack if I am His

    And He is mine for ever.

    Where streams of living water flow

    My ransomed 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 Cross before to guide me.

    Thou spread’st a table in my sight;

    Thy unction grace bestoweth;

    And, oh, what transport of delight

    From Thy pure Chalice floweth!

    And so through all the length of days

    Thy goodness faileth never;

    Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise

    Within Thy house for ever.