Help improve Hymnary.org!

We at Hymnary.org are continually trying to improve our website, and your feedback helps us tremendously. Please complete a short survey to help us better understand our users and the way in which our users interact with this site. The survey takes less than 10 minutes to complete.

167. I wandered sore distressed

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.

Text Information
First Line: I wandered sore distressed
Title: I wandered sore distressed
Publication Date: 1913
Meter: 6,6,6,6,6,6
Language: English
Tune Information
(No tune information)



Media
More media are available on the text authority page.




Advertisements