I wandered sore distressed,
All weary and forlorn;
I had no place to rest,
Of all my pleasures shorn�
My thirsting spirit sighed,
And in the desert cried.

The Shepherd heard my cry,
Who came His flock to find,
And drew in mercy nigh,
For He is wondrous kind;
His winning voice awoke
My spirit as He spoke.

He bade my wandering cease,
And gave my heart a home,
That from the bliss of peace
I might no longer roam;
He gave me hope for fears,
And lasting joy for tears.