| O Thou, in Whose presence my soul takes delight
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| On Whom in affliction I call
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| My comfort by day, and my song in the night
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| My hope, my salvation, my all
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| Where dost thou, dear Shepherd
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| Resort with thy sheep
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| To feed them in pastures of love?
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| Say, why in the valley of death should I weep
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| Or alone in this wilderness rove?
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| Oh why should I wander, an alien from Thee
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| Or cry in the desert for bread?
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| Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see
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| And smile at the tears I have shed
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| He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice
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| And myriads wait for His word;
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| He speaks and eternity, filled with His voice
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| Re-echoes the praise of the Lord
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| Dear Shepherd, I hear and will follow Thy call
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| I know the sweet sound of Thy voice
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| Restore and defend me, for Thou art my all
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| And in Thee I will ever rejoice |