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 the pastures of love?
Say, why in the valley of death should I weep
or alone in the wilderness rove?
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 that I shed.
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.
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