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Thou Whom My Soul Admires Above

By Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

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

Who turns aside to paths unknown?

My constant feet would never rove,

Would never seek another love.