1 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!
2 Where dost thou, dear Shepherd, resort with thy sheep,
to feed on the pastures of love?
Say, why in the valley of death should I weep,
or alone in the wilderness rove?
3 O 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.
4 Restore, my dear Savior, the light of thy face,
thy soul-cheering comfort impart;
and let the sweet tokens of pardoning grace
bring joy to my desolate heart.
5 He looks! and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
and myriads wait for his word.
He speaks! and eternity, filled with his voice,
re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
