Always Near

Forth He came

the ris­en Lord

Grandly of His own ac­cord;

Lying lips had dared to say

Thieves had stol­en Him away.

Forth He came

and His the name

Swells our song with glad ac­claim.

Always near

bless­èd Lord

Needed cheer to af­ford

Let His name be ad­ored

Risen Je­sus

bless­èd Lord.

Sound His prais­es far and wide

Tell of Je­sus who has died

Trumpet no un­cer­tain sound

On the world’s great bat­tle ground;

He’ll o’er­throw the fierc­est foe

Ever fall­en man can know.

Go to dist­ant hea­then lands

Valleys

jun­gles

burn­ing sands

Freely you have gifts re­ceived

Tell in whom you have be­lieved;

Quickly go

let oth­ers know

Blessings from the Gos­pel flow.

Not alone! A migh­ty friend

Shall be with you to the end

Blessing you as you shall bless

Those who writhe in sin’s dis­tress;

Go and teach

a Sav­ior preach

Speak in love

com­pel

be­seech.