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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 |
| Meter: | 6,6,6,6,6,6 |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1913 |
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