Classic Poem

WHEN God is near,
O heart with sorrow swelling,
Pour out thy grief, thy tale of anguish telling;
And love will wipe each flowing tear,
When God is near.

When God comes nigh;
Peace quells the soul's commotion,
And sheds the sweet serene of calm devotion;
And every cloud of grief must fly,
When God comes nigh.

When God comes near,
Let every heart receive Him;
Slight not the Spirit's call, nor dare to grieve Him;
" The still small voice, " be wise to hear,
When God is near.

When God is nigh,
Covet not earthly pleasure,
But seek in heaven an ever-during treasure;
Each tear is seen, and heard each sigh,
When God is nigh.