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 thousand of angels rejoice,
And
myriads wait for His word;
He
speaks, and eternity, filled with His voice,
Reechoes
the praise of the Lord.