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!

Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheep,
To feed them in pastures of love?
Say why in the valley of death should I weep,
Alone in the wilderness rove?

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