Herbert W Armstrong

   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

Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed
But yet in love He sought me
And on His shoulder gently laid
And home rejoicing brought me
   (REPEAT VERSE)

In death's dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord beside me
Thy rod, and staff my comfort still
Thy Word before to guide me

Thou spreadest a table in my sight
Thy unction grace bestoweth
And, O, the transport of delight
With which my cup overfloweth

And so, thro' all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever
   (REPEAT VERSE)