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, at moontide resort with Thy sheep,
To
feed on the pastures of love?
Say, why in the valley of
death should I weep,
Or alone in this wilderness rove?
O why should I wander, an alien from Thee,
And 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 ye 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 will ever rejoice.
