36. O Thou in Whose Presence

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! 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 thousands of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for His word; He speaks, and eternity, filled with His voice, Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.