50. I wandered sore distressed

I
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.

II
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.

III
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
Translator: John Brownlie (1907)
Meter: 6,6,6,6,6,6
Language: English
Publication Date: 1907
Topic: Aspirations
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