God Near In Sorrow Poem by John Bowring

Oh! sweet it is to know, to feel,
In all our gloom and wand'rings here,
No night of sorrow can conceal
Man from Thy notice, from Thy care.


When disciplined by long distress,
And led through paths of fear and woe;
Say, dost Thou love Thy children less?
No, ever gracious Father, no!


No distance can outreach Thine eye,
No night obscure Thy endless day;
Be this my comfort when I sigh,
Be this my safeguard when I stray.