And bless thee fondly when away,
And when reclining at my side.
I think of thee where’er thou art,
Nor can forget thee though unseen—
Thou beacon of my trusting heart!
That cheer’st it through each passing scene.
In doubt—in transport—or distress,
My soul reclines itself on thee,
Whose words are ever quick to bless—
And being bless’d it clings to thee.