All those who seek a throne of grace,
Are sure to find in every place;
To those who love a life of prayer,
Our God is present everywhere.
The shady grove or burning plain,
The blooming field or swelling main,
Alike are sweet in secret prayer,
For God is present everywhere.
In pining sickness, rosy health,
In poverty or growing wealth,
The humble soul delights in prayer,
And finds God present everywhere.
When Zion mourns and comforts fail,
And all her foes do scoff and rail,
’Tis then a time for secret prayer,
For God is present everywhere.
When some backslide, and others fall,
And few are found who strive at all,
The faithful find in secret prayer,
That God is present everywhere.
Come, then, my soul, in every strait,
To Jesus come, and on Him wait;
He sees and hears each secret sigh,
And brings His own salvation nigh.
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