in esteem •  last year

THE King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness falleth 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 pasturesgrow
With food celestial feedeth.

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