THE EVER PRESENT FRIEND.
“Lo! I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.”
“Lo! I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.”
I’ve a Friend who will not leave me,Ever walking by my side;Other friends too often grieve me,Coldly smile, or harshly chide.But the Friend who dwelleth near me,Is my Father—Guard—and Guide;Ah! ’tis He alone can bear meSafely over sorrow’s tide.All the world may think me lonely,Pitying eyes upon me bend;But, with this companion only,CanI need another friend?Early in the cheerful morning,Though I seem to walk alone,He, the proud and lofty scorning,Walks with me, his own—his own!Or, when evening darkens o’er me,Solitary though I seem,Hope’s bright visions glow before me,While of heavenly joys I dream.Nearer, dearer than a brother,Is my kind Almighty Friend;Surely then, I need no other,While he will my steps attend.
I’ve a Friend who will not leave me,Ever walking by my side;Other friends too often grieve me,Coldly smile, or harshly chide.But the Friend who dwelleth near me,Is my Father—Guard—and Guide;Ah! ’tis He alone can bear meSafely over sorrow’s tide.All the world may think me lonely,Pitying eyes upon me bend;But, with this companion only,CanI need another friend?Early in the cheerful morning,Though I seem to walk alone,He, the proud and lofty scorning,Walks with me, his own—his own!Or, when evening darkens o’er me,Solitary though I seem,Hope’s bright visions glow before me,While of heavenly joys I dream.Nearer, dearer than a brother,Is my kind Almighty Friend;Surely then, I need no other,While he will my steps attend.
I’ve a Friend who will not leave me,Ever walking by my side;Other friends too often grieve me,Coldly smile, or harshly chide.
I’ve a Friend who will not leave me,
Ever walking by my side;
Other friends too often grieve me,
Coldly smile, or harshly chide.
But the Friend who dwelleth near me,Is my Father—Guard—and Guide;Ah! ’tis He alone can bear meSafely over sorrow’s tide.
But the Friend who dwelleth near me,
Is my Father—Guard—and Guide;
Ah! ’tis He alone can bear me
Safely over sorrow’s tide.
All the world may think me lonely,Pitying eyes upon me bend;But, with this companion only,CanI need another friend?
All the world may think me lonely,
Pitying eyes upon me bend;
But, with this companion only,
CanI need another friend?
Early in the cheerful morning,Though I seem to walk alone,He, the proud and lofty scorning,Walks with me, his own—his own!
Early in the cheerful morning,
Though I seem to walk alone,
He, the proud and lofty scorning,
Walks with me, his own—his own!
Or, when evening darkens o’er me,Solitary though I seem,Hope’s bright visions glow before me,While of heavenly joys I dream.
Or, when evening darkens o’er me,
Solitary though I seem,
Hope’s bright visions glow before me,
While of heavenly joys I dream.
Nearer, dearer than a brother,Is my kind Almighty Friend;Surely then, I need no other,While he will my steps attend.
Nearer, dearer than a brother,
Is my kind Almighty Friend;
Surely then, I need no other,
While he will my steps attend.