Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight
Topic: The New Life/Afflictions
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 11s and 8s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 1030
Page Number: 610, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO 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!
Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheep
To feed on the pastures of love?
For why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?
O why should I wander an alien from thee,
And cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.
You 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 is gone?
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 crown'd
The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow
In the vales, on the banks of the streams,
On his cheeks in the beauty of excellence glow,
And his eyes are as quivers of beams.
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 perfum'd with his breath.
His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow
That water the garden of grace;
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of his face.
Love sits on his eyelids, and scatters delight
Through all the bright mansions on high;
Their faces the cherubim vail in his sight,
And tremble with fullness of joy.
He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word;
He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.