Classic Poem

I know, my God, that thou art near,
For o'er my trusting, waiting soul,
While starts the silent, grateful tear,
Full tides of sweet emotion roll—
My blessed God!

Thou dost to faith thyself reveal;
I see thy face serene and mild;
By Christ's dear cross, while here I kneel,
I know that I am made a child—
My blessed God!

I need not speak, for thou dost see
All that I feel but cannot tell;
The longings to be filled with thee
That stir my heart, thou knowest well—
My blessed God!

In thee, when sorrows rend my breast,
Love's tenderest sympathy I find,
As to a Father's bosom prest,
As by a Father's arms entwined—
My blessed God!

As if in ocean's darkest deep,
Thy grace hath buried all my sins,
And o'er me faithful watch shall keep,
Till heaven's eternal joy begins—
My blessed God!

That grace, with pure, divine delight,
My joyous, thankful soul shall own,
When bursts upon my ravished sight,
The splendor of thy burning throne—
My blessed God!