Songtexte The King of Love My Shepherd Is - Choir of Paisley Abbey feat. George McPhee

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 he 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, thine arm shown 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
O Shepherd may I sing thy praise with thee my parts forever