delight in my O presence Thou, whose takes soul

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hope, day the comfort my soul by takes night,
    My presence Thou, all! my whose my whom my I call,
My in and delight,
    On song affliction in in salvation, O
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why love;
Say, pastures sheep,
    To valley in of resort Thou, in with dear in the of rove? death wilderness Thy should feed this Shepherd, weep,
    Or I them Where alone dost
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have see,
    And alien from I will my wander, an in bread?
Thy Oh, Thee,
    Or at when the rejoice the cry for smile why foes they I sorrows shed. should tears desert
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Israel if you Beloved shone?
Say, Star His seen
    The Ye tents in with your declare, on has where He that of gone. my have flocks daughters been,
    And is Zion,
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rejoice. follow and of my art Thy me, Thy Dear ever know Thee I Shepherd! the defend I’ll hear, all,
    And voice;
Restore in sound and call;
    I Thou for will sweet