O Thou, in Whose Presence My Soul Takes Delight

Verse 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.

Verse 2

Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,
To feed in the pastures of love?
And why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?

Verse 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.

Verse 4

He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word;
He speaks, and eternity, fill’d with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.