Hymn 241 - O Thou in Whose Presence

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!

The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow

In vales, on the banks of the streams;

His cheeks, all the beauty of excellence blow,

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 perfumed with His breath.

He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,

And myriads wait for His word;

He speaks, and eternity, filled with His voice,

Reechoes the praise of the Lord.

Dear Shepherd, I hear and will follow Thy call;

I know the sweet sound of Thy voice;

Restore and defend me, for Thou art my all,

In Thee I will ever rejoice.