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O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight

Author: Joseph Swain Hymnal: Divine Praise #d122 (1926) Languages: English

The good shepherd

Author: Joseph Swain Hymnal: Ideal Sunday School Hymns #140 (1913) First Line: O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight Refrain First Line: For the Lord is my shepherd Languages: English Tune Title: [O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight]

Meditation

Author: Joseph Swain Hymnal: Songs of the Evening Light #149 (1897) First Line: O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight Languages: English Tune Title: [O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight]

Meditation

Author: Joseph Swain Hymnal: Our Recorded Songs, number two #157 (1967) First Line: O, Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight Languages: English Tune Title: [O, Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight]

Meditation

Author: Joseph Swain Hymnal: Devotion and Praise #164 (1937) First Line: O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight Languages: English Tune Title: [O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight]

O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight

Author: Joseph Swain Hymnal: Old School Sonnets, or a Selection of Choice Hymns #d193 (1836)

Description of Christ

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #224 (1803) First Line: O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight Lyrics: 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. 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? 2 O why should I wander an alien from thee, Or cry in the desert for bread? Thy foes will rejoice, when my sorrows they see, And smile at the tears I have shed Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have ye seen The Star that on Israel shone? Say, if in your tents my beloved has been, And where with his flocks he is gone? 3 This is my beloved, his form is divine, His vestments shed odours 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 vales on the banks of the streams; On his cheeks, in the beauty of excellence blow, And his eyes are as quivers of beams! 4 His voice as the sound of a 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 waters the garden of grace; From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know, And bask in the smiles of his face. 5 Love sits on his eye-lids and scatters delight Through all the bright mansions on high; Their faces the cherubim veil in his sight, And tremble with fulness of joy. He looks, and ten thousand of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for his word; He speaks--and eternity, fill'd with his voice, Re-echoes the praise of the her voice. 6 His vestments of righteousness who shall describe! Its purity words would defile; The heav'ns from his presence fresh beauties imbibe, And earth is made rich by his smile. Such is my beloved in excellence bright, When pleas'd he looks down from above; Like the morn, when he breathes from the chamber of light, And comforts his people with love. 7 But when armed with vengeance, in terror he comes, The nations' rebellions to tame, The reins of omnipotent pow'r he assumes, And rides in a chariot of flame. A two edged sword from his mouth issues forth, Bright quivers of fire are his eyes; He speaks, the black tempests are seen in the north, And storms from their caverns arise. 8 The thousand destructions, that wait for his word, And ride on the wings of his breath, Fly swift as the winds at the nod of their Lord, And deal out his arrows of death, His cloud-bursting thunders, their voices resound Through all the vast regions on high; Till from the deep centre loud echoes rebound, And meet the quick flames in the sky. 9 The portals of heav'n at his bidding obey, And expand ere his banners appear; Earth trembles beneath, till her mountains give way, And hell shakes her fetters with fear. When he treads on the clouds as the dust of his feet, And grasps the storm in his hand; What eye the fierce glance of his anger shall meet, Or who in his presence shall stand? Languages: English