O gentle presence, peace and joy and power, O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour, Thou Love that guards the nestling’s faltering flight! Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.
Love is our refuge; Only with mine eye Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall: His habitation high is here, and nigh, His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.
O make me glad for every scalding tear, For hope deferred, in gratitude, disdain! Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear No ill, since God is good, and loss is gan.
Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing; In that sweet secret of the narrow way, Seeking and finding, with the angels sing: “Lo, I am with you alway,” — watch and pray.
No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain; No night drops down upon the troubled breast, When heaven’s aftersmile earth’s tear-drops gain, And mother find her home and heav’nly rest.