Morning Prayer

The King of love my shepherd is, 

Whose goodness fails me never; 

I nothing lack if I am his 

and he is mine for ever.

Where streams of living water flow,

To rest my soul he leads me;

Where fresh and fertile pastures grow,

With heavenly food he feeds me.

Perverse and foolish I have strayed,

But he with love has sought me,

And on his shoulders gently laid,

And home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death's dark vale I fear no ill,

With you, dear Lord, beside me;

Your rod and staff my comfort still,

Your cross will ever guide me.

You spread a banquet in my sight,

My head with oil anointing,

And let me taste the sweet delight

From your pure chalice flowing.

And so through all my length of days

Your goodness fails me never;

Good Shepherd, may I sing your praise

Within your house for ever.

Psalm 23 paraphrased by Henry Williams Barker 1821-1877