Close to Us All

When we are thinking of Heav­en and home

He is near

And when we are walk­ing the val­ley of gloom

He is near us then.

O what a friend He is to me

Waiting to hear the faint­est call;

Ever un­chang­ing and ev­er to be

Close to us all.

When the poor soul by temp­ta­tion is tried

He is near

And when it is plunged ’neath the on­com­ing tide

He is near us then.

When in the soul doubts and fears do arise

He is near

And if in our sor­row the soul to Him cries

He is near us then.