also known by its original title of
The Soul That Loves God
Finds Him Everywhere
Oh Thou, by long experience tried,
Near whom no grief can long abide;
My Love! How full of sweet content
I pass my years of banishment!
All scenes alike engaging prove
To souls impressed with sacred love;
Where’er they dwell, they dwell in Thee,
In heav’n, in earth, or on the sea.
To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in ev’ry clime;
I can be calm and free from care
On any source, since God is there.
While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,
’Tis equal joy to go or stay.
Could I be cast where Thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.
My country, Lord, art Thou alone;
No other can I claim or own;
The point where all my wishes meet—
My Law, My love — life’s only sweet!
I hold by nothing here below;
Appoint my journey, and I go;
Though pierced by scorn, oppressed by pride,
I feel the good — feel nought beside.
Ah, then! To His embrace repair;
My soul, thou art no stranger there.
There Love divine shall be thy guard,
And peace and safety thy reward.