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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!
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?
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.
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 flock He has gone?
This is my Beloved, His form is divine
His vestments shed odours around;
The locks on His head are as grapes on the vine,
When autumn with plenty is crowned,
As roses of Sharon, as lilies that grow
In vales, on the banks of the streams,
On his cheeks does the beauty of excellence glow,
And His eyes are as quivers of beams.
His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,
The air is perfumed with His breath.
His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,
That waters the garden of grace,
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of His face.
Love is in His eye-lids, and scatters delight
Through all the bright mansions on high;
Their faces the cherubim veil in His sight,
And praise Him with fullness of joy.
He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for His Word.
He speaks, and eternity,filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.
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.
Restore, my dear Saviour, the light of thy face;
Thy soul-cheering comfort impart;
And let the sweet tokens of pardoning grace
Bring joy to my desolate heart.
---Alternative verses---
"Where dost thou at noontide 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?
His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,
To water the gardens of grace;
From which their salvation the gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of his face.
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11 8 11 8
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1791
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1 Ch 16:33;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 2005 | # 550 | | 1899 | # 370 | | 1989 | # 518 |
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DULCIMER
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11 8 11 8
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