Oh, Thou in whose refuge my soul takes delight
Oh whom in affliction I call
My comfort by day and my song in the night
My hope, my salvation and all.
Where dost Thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,
To feed in the pastures of love!
For 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?
My foes will rejoice when my sorrow they see
And smile at the tears I have shed.
Ye daughters of Zion declare have you seen
The star that on Israel shone;
Say if in your tents my beloved has been,
Or where with His flocks he has gone
His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet
Is heard through the shadow of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet,
The air is perfumed with His breath.
He looks, and ten thousand of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word!
He speaks, and Eternity filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.