The King of Love, my Shepherd is
whose goodness faileth never
I nothing lack if I am His
and He is mine forever
Perverse and foolish oft I strayed
but yet, in love, He sought me
and on His shoulder gently laid
and home, rejoicing, brought me
My soul, you restore
and my cup, overflow
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
My soul, you restore
and my cup, overflow
And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
within Thy house forever
I love cyberhymnal.org. It is a great resource for those of you who pick out songs on a weekly basis to be sung congregationally...and have already met your monthly quota of Chris Tomlin songs.
I found this old hymn that I had never heard before. Maybe it is well-known. I don't know. Having been born and raised Catholic, I have found that many hymns considered well-known by everyone else are brand new to me (and vice-versa).
Mark was teaching on John 10:1-30, the Good Shepherd passage. This hymn fit perfectly (it comes straight from Psalm 23). So, I picked up the banjo...wrote a simple little chorus...and had my wife sing some sweet harmonies. I was pretty happy with the outcome.
I hope you like it.
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*crickets chirping*
I really enjoyed this and so did all of my african-american friends.
apparently, you have found a new way to kill dialogue...
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