1 

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!

 2 

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?

 3 

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.

 4 

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.

 5 

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.