There exists no place
  Outside the Lord's grip -
From the outposts of space
  To the eclipse of a pit -
He's never far away

And even more so -
  He's on the war field
In the foxholes -
  In the nursing ward
And in the catacombs.

Where else should He be
  But with the wounded
In body and spirit, prithee?
  As two are wed -
Jesus - be ever with me.

Like gold of Havilah
  God is true and straight.
I can exhort Adonai
  For His tender heart.

Be it ambivalence
  Or the hour of drear
Wherever prayer is
  The Lord abides there.

Royalty and rivalry
  May erupt with hate
But He will take my leave
  Untouched by the flame.