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?
Restore, my dear Savor, the light of Thy face;
Thy soul-cheering comfort impart:
and let the sweet tokens of pardoning grace
bring joy to my desolate heart.
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
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
in Thee I will ever rejoice
