By Charles Wesley

      1 Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine,
      The joy and desire of my heart,
      For closer communion I pine,
      I long to reside where thou art:
      The pasture I languish to find
      Where all, who their Shepherd obey,
      Are fed, on thy bosom reclined,
      And screened from the heat of the day.

      2 Ah! show me that happiest place,
      The place of thy people's abode,
      Where saints in an ecstasy gaze,
      And hang on a crucified God;
      Thy love for a sinner declare,
      Thy passion and death on the tree:
      My spirit to Calvary bear,
      To suffer and triumph with thee.

      3 'Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock,
      There only, I covet to rest,
      To lie at the foot of the rock,
      Or rise to be hid in thy breast;
      'Tis there I would always abide,
      And never a moment depart,
      Concealed in the cleft of thy side,
      Eternally held in thy heart.