The King of Love My Shepherd Is

DOMINUS REGIT ME (8.7.8.7.) John B. Dykes (1823-1876)

The King of love my Shep-herd is,
   Whose good-ness fail-eth nev-er;
I noth-ing lack if I am His
   And He is mine for-ev-er.

Where streams of liv-ing wa-ter flow
   My ran-somed soul He lead-eth,
And where the ver-dant pas-tures grow,
   With food ce-les-tial feed-eth.

Per-verse and fool-ish oft I strayed,
   But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoul-der gent-ly laid,
   And home, re-joic-ing, brought me.

In death's dark vale I fear no ill
   With Thee, dear Lord, be-side me;
Thy rod and staff my com-fort still,
   Thy cross be-fore to guide me.

Thou spread'st a ta-ble in my sight;
   Thine unc-tion grace be-stow-eth;
And O what trans-port of de-light
   From Thine pure chal-ice flow-eth.

And so through all the length of days
   Thy good-ness fail-eth nev-er:
Good Shep-herd, may I sing Thy praise
   With-in Thy house for-ev-er.