GOD goes with me everywhere I go, So the joy of Him is never far, Like the Spring's breath o'er a waste of snow, Like in blackest night the clearest star. Oh, the thought of Him's a water-spring In a parched land cracked with dusty heat; Like green pastures where the dear birds sing; There my Shepherd guides my stumbling feet. Oh, my God is dew in the starved day, Manna to the hungry soul and sick. God goes with me on the difficult way, And the thorn's a-flower, the dead is quick. Still His hands reach out lest I should slip, Still His voice speaks comfort to my ear. In our close, our dear companionship There's but room for love and none for fear. Oh, my God forgets not: He is kind; He comes closer when the way is rough; Shelters me against the bitter wind. Oh, my God is Love, and love's enough. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 9. THE CONTRITE HEART by WILLIAM COWPER A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY TO MR. GAY, WHO WROTE HIM A CONGRATULATORY LETTER ON FINISHING HOUSE by ALEXANDER POPE A CLEAR NIGHT by KARLE WILSON BAKER TO HIS DEAR FRIEND THOMAS RANDOLPH, ON HIS COMEDY 'THE JEALOUS LOVERS' by RICHARD BENEFIELD ASOLANDO: THE LADY AND THE PAINTER by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: NEWS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |