The King of love my Shepherd is
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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. 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'll 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 O 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. |
Est Deus pastor dirigens perpetuoque bonus: bene est dum illi sim cliens et ille mi patronus. Aquosa iuxta flumina me ducit is redemptum, cui laeta praebent pascua caeleste nutrimentum. Me saepe gradu devio vagantem indagavit suoque tulit humero domumque me portavit. Nil mortis valle metuam te, Deus, comitante; me virga fulcis, semitam Cruce mihi monstrante. Tu mensam mihi suggeris, unguento tu beas me; et o! quam voluptariis calicibus rigas me. Sic me beas, quot sunt dies: est bonitas aeterna; ut laudem, Pastor, usque des in aede te superna. |