1 Oh! 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.

2 Oh! tell me the place where the flock are at rest,
Where the noontide will find them reposing;
The tempest now rages, my soul is distrest,
And the pathway of peace I am losing.

3 Oh! why should I stray with the flocks of thy foes,
Mid the desert where now they are roving;
Where hunger and thirst, where affliction and woes,
And temptations their ruin are proving.

4 Oh! when shall my woes and my wanderings cease?
And the follies that fill me with weeping!
Thou Shepherd of Israel! restore me that peace
Thou dost give to the flock thou art keeping.

5 A voice from the Shepherd now bids me return
By the way where the footprints are lying;
No longer to wander, no longer to mourn;
O! fair one, now homeward be flying.