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 noon-tide resort with thy sheep,
To feed them in pastures of love?
For why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?
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|Instances (3)||First Line||Text Title||Refrain First Line||Authors||Composers||Meter||Scripture||Tune Title||Tune Key||Incipit||Languages||Publication Date|
|Southern Harmony, The #69||How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord||How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord||Smith||184.108.40.206||SOLICITUDE||English||1835|
|The Christian Lyre: adapted for use in families, prayer meetings, and revivals of religion #55||O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight||The Glory of Christ||SOLICITUDE||1832|
|The Christian Lyre: Vol I (8th ed. rev.) #55||O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight||The Glory of Christ||SOLICITUDE||1831|