If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.—Psalms.
High in the up above—
Where hope ascends
With a whole world's desire
On wings that never tire—
There God attends.
Deep in the heart within—
Where thoughts unfold,
Bursting with fear or hate—
There God doth ever wait,
Love's sway doth hold.
Far off, where hope seems dead,
With broken wing,
Pray that the way be clear,
Listen, and you will hear
God's angels sing.
Far, near, here, everywhere—
God over all!
There is no room for sin,
No ill can enter in,
Since God is all!
