O Thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight

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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!
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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?
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Oh, 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.
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Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen
    The Star that on Israel shone?
Say, if in your tents my Beloved has been,
    And where with His flocks He is gone.
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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’ll ever rejoice.
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