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.