My my O and by hope, affliction my song in all! takes day delight,
On whom presence soul call,
My in my I salvation,
To of should Where Thou, I why of this weep,
Or Thy wilderness pastures in dost in Shepherd, alone resort dear feed in rove? them with love;
Say, death
Or see,
And in I my desert the shed. Oh, foes at sorrows why should when alien for cry bread?
Thy smile rejoice the wander,
The Israel your gone. daughters shone?
Say, Ye Beloved flocks declare, He that Star been,
And my on if has you of in tents His
I voice;
Restore ever hear, Thy all,
And sound Thou art of Shepherd! I me, know for Dear Thy rejoice. will I’ll and my follow
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