And art Thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?
Dost Thou proclaim Thyself our God,
Our God for ever near?
Doth Thy right hand, which formed the earth,
And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high its friendly aid,
When dangers round us rise?
And wilt Thou lead our weary souls
To that delightful scene,
Where rivers of salvation flow
Through pastures ever green?
On Thy support our souls shall lean,
And banish every care;
The gloomy vale of death shall smile,
If God be with us there.
By Phillip Doddridge, A Puritan pastor at Kibworth (1702-1752).