For SMR with my love and prayers.

You are near–yes, Lord, I feel it–

You are near wherever I rove;

And though sense would try conceal it,

Faith often whispers it to love.

Am I fearful? You will take me

Underneath Your wings, my God!

Am I faithless? You will make me

Bow beneath Your chastening rod.

Am I drooping? You are near me,

Near to bear me on my way;

Am I pleading? You will hear me–

Hear and answer when I pray.

Then, O my soul, since God does love you,

Faint not, droop not, do not fear;

For, though His heaven is high above you,

He Himself is ever near.

by Octavius Winslow