(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
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 them in pastures of love? Say, why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in this wilderness rove?
3
O why should I wander, an alien from Thee,
Or cry in the desert for bread?
Thy fears will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I tears I have shed.
4
He looks and tent thousand off angel rejoice,
And myriads wait for His word;
He speaks and eternity, filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
5
Dear Sbepherd! 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 will ever rejoice.