O Thou, in Whose Presence
- 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.
- He looks! and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myr-i-ads 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 are my all,
And in Thee I will ever rejoice.