My comfort by day and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all!
2 Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheep
To feed on the pastures of love?
For why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?
3 O why should I wander an alien from thee,
And cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.