And dwell by the farthest sea,
Even there, Lord, Thou art with me,
And Thy right hand guideth me.
If I mount up with wings, as an eagle,
And stand on the mountain peak,
Thy presence fills and thrills me,
Lord, as Thy face I seek.
If I abide in the lowest depths,
Burdened with grief and pain,
Even there, Lord, Thou art with me,
To lift me up again.
In height or depth, my Father,
In darkness or in light,
Thy matchless love surrounds me,
O God of grace and might.
Mable Custis
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