God is near thee, Christian; cheer thee,
Rest in him, sad soul;
He will keep thee when around thee
Billows roll.
Calm thy sadness, look in gladness
To thy Friend on high;
Faint and weary pilgrim, cheer thee;
Help is nigh.
Mark the sea-bird wildly wheeling
Through the stormy skies;
God defends him, God attends him
When he cries.
Fare thee onward through the sunshine
Or through wintry blast;
Fear forsake thee; God will take thee
Home at last.