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
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.
3
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.
4
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.
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