When God Is Nigh

When God is nigh

my faith is strong;

His arm is my al­migh­ty prop:

Be glad

my heart; re­joice

my tongue;

My dy­ing flesh shall rest in hope.

Though in the dust I lay my head

Yet

gra­cious God

Thou wilt not leave

My soul for ev­er with the dead

Nor lose Thy child­ren in the grave.

My flesh shall Thy first call ob­ey

Shake off the dust

and rise on high;

Then shalt Thou lead the won­drous way

Up to Thy throne ab­ove the sky.

There streams of end­less plea­sures flow;

And full dis­cov­er­ies of Thy grace

(Which we but tast­ed here be­low)

Spread heav’n­ly joys through all the place.