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 at noontide resort with thy sheep,
To feed on the pastures of love?
Say, why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?
3. 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.
4. Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have ye seen
The Star that on Israel shone?
Say, if in your tents my Beloved has been,
And where with His flock He has gone?
5. This is my Beloved, His form is divine
His vestments shed odors around;
The locks on His head are as grapes on the vine,
When autumn with plenty is crowned,
6. As roses of Sharon, as lilies that grow
In vales, on the banks of the streams,
On his cheeks does the beauty of excellence glow,
And His eyes are as quivers of beams.
7. His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,
The air is perfumed with His breath.
8. His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,
That waters the garden of grace,
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of His face.
9. Love is in His eye-lids, and scatters delight
Through all the bright mansions on high;
Their faces the cherubim veil in His sight,
And praise Him with fullness of joy.
10. 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. |
