The Shepherd's Care

1O, tell me, thou life and delight of my soul,
Where the flock of thy pasture are feeding;
I seek thy protection, I need thy control;
I would go where my Shepherd is leading;

2O, tell me the place where thy flock are at rest,
Where the noontide will find them reposing;
The tempest now rages, my soul is distressed,
And the darkness around me is closing.

3O, why must I dwell with the hosts of thy foes,
'Mid the desert where now they are roving,
Where hunger and thirst, where afflictions and woes,
And lies now their ruin are proving?
O, when shall my exile and wanderings cease,
And the troubles that fill me with weeping?