The Voice of Praise ‎#1030

1030. O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight

1 O Thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight,
On whom, in affliction, I call;
My comfort by day, and my soul in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.

2 Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheep,
To feed in the pasture of love?
For why, in the valley of death, should I weep,
Or alone in the 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 flock he has gone?

5 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.

6 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,
To water the gardens of grace;
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall
know,
And bask in the smiles of his face.

7 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.

Text Information

• First Line: O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight
• Author: Swain
• Meter: 11s & 8s
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Spiritual Songs; Confidence

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