I Wander’d Sore Distress’d OLD 120TH—Psalmes, 1570 I Wander’d Sore Distress’d 1 I wander’d sore distress’d, All weary and forlorn; I had no place to rest, Of all my pleasures shorn— My thirsting spirit sigh’d, And in the desert cried. 2 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. 3 He bade my wandering cease, And gave my heart a home, That from the bliss of peace I might no