WITH me there walks a presence
Unseen to mortal view ;
Hearing each word I utter,
Looking at all I do.
Watching to see what power
The Truth to my life imparts,
Longing to see His image
Growing within my heart.
Oh! does my conduct please Him ?
Can He my words approve ?
Or do I daily grieve Him
By woeful lack of love ?
How all my heart is yearning
More like my Lord to be ;
Oh! Friend, of unseen presence,
Help me to grow like Thee !

Before me goes my Captain ;
Close must I follow on.
Even as He proved a victor,
So must I overcome.
Self rises up against me,
Fierce must the conflict be ;
Forces of evil try me,
Satan opposes me.
My Captain commands me, saying,
"Comrade, you must not yield ;
Gird on the Heavenly armor ;
The Sword of the Spirit wield ;
None but the overcomer
Shareth My Heavenly home !"
Help me, oh, Mighty Captain,
Ever to overcome !

Beside me stands the Master ;
Points to the ripening grains,
Bids me thrust in the sickle,
Reaping what yet remains.
He will accept no idler,
I must work faithfully ;
I must pass on to others
Truth that was given me ;
Tell of the Heavenly Kingdom,
The blessings that are for all ;
Praising the Heavenly Father,
Sounding the Heavenly call.
As each night comes upon me,
Can I rejoicing say,
"Dear Reaper, I've been faithful
To all I have met today ?"

Close by me stands my Helper,
Knowing I must be tried;
Even as gold in a furnace,
I must be purified.
Trials alone bring patience,
Hate must be met by love ;
Faith is wrought out in darkness
Reaching to things above.
Ah! Could I only trust Him,
His presence and power to aid,
Even 'mid deepest shadows
I would not be afraid.
Though the four winds be loosened,
And tempests around me roared,
I'd welcome the glorious privilege
Of dying with my dear Lord.