Classic Poem

One gift, my God, I seek, —
To know thee always near;
To feel thy hand, to see thy face,
Thy blessed voice to hear.

Where'er I go, my God,
O let me find thee there;
Where'er I stay, stay thou with me,
A presence everywhere.

And if thou bringest peace,
Or if thou bringest pain,
But come thyself with all that comes,
And all shall go for gain.

Long listening to thy words,
My voice shall catch thy tone,
And, locked in thine, my hand shall grow
All loving like thine own.