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 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