Edward Bairstow - The King of Love my Shepherd is - текст песни (слова)

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 ransomed soul he leadeth
 And, where the verdant pastures grow,
 With food celestial feedeth. 
 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 spreadst a table in my sight;
 Thine unction grace bestoweth;
 And, oh, what transport of delight
 From thy pure chalice floweth! 
 Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
 But yet in love he sought me
 And gently on his shoulder laid
 And home, rejoicing, brought me. 
 And so through all the length of days
 Thy goodness faileth never.
 Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise
 Within thy house forever.