Thou Whom My Soul Admires Above

Thou whom my soul ad­mires ab­ove

All earth­ly joy and earth­ly love

Tell me

dear Shep­herd

let me know

Where do Thy sweet­est pas­tures grow?

Where is the sha­dow of that rock

That from the sun de­fends Thy flock?

Fain would I feed among Thy sheep

Among them rest

among them sleep.

Why should Thy bride ap­pear like one

That turns aside to paths un­known?

My con­stant feet would nev­er rove

Would nev­er seek an­oth­er love.

The foot­steps of Thy flock I see;

Thy sweet­est pas­tures here they be;

A won­drous feast thy love pre­pares

Bought with Thy wounds

and groans

and tears.

His dear­est flesh He makes my food

And bids me drink His rich­est blood:

Here to these hills my soul will come

Till my be­lov­èd lead me home.