The Presence of God

Oh the presence of God
Precious place of relief
Where a child joys His Father
With simple belief--
Where even pragmatic
And common sense things
Do not the child hinder,
Who happily sings.

Oh the presence of God
Where the Savior resides,
Where the ransomed can stand
With nothing to hide;
There, motionless, motionless,
Standing in Him,
The things of this world,
Grow all passing dim.

Oh the presence of God
Where the Spirit inspires
To light up the world
In infinite fires--
All founded in Christ
And grounded in love,
Astounded indeed
By the presence of God.