Consolation

Consolation

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