O Thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight

O Thou

in whose presence my soul takes delight

On whom in affliction I call

My comfort by day and my song in the night

My hope

my salvation

my all!

Where dost Thou

dear Shepherd

resort with Thy sheep

To feed them in pastures of love;

Say

why in the valley of death should I weep

Or alone in this wilderness rove?

Oh

why should I wander

an alien from Thee

Or cry in the desert for bread?

Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see

And smile at the tears I have shed.

Ye daughters of Zion

declare

have you seen

The Star that on Israel shone?

Say

if in your tents my Beloved has been

And where with His flocks He is gone.

Dear Shepherd! I hear

and will follow Thy call;

I know the sweet sound of Thy voice;

Restore and defend me

for Thou art my all

And in Thee I’ll ever rejoice.