My Preasence Shall Go With Thee

by Lizzie Ashbach

These words, how they should cheer thee,
When troubled and distress'd,
My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest.

Should many trials meet thee,
Thy way with cares be press'd,
My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest.

Though bitter tears may blind thee,
The mourner shall be blest,
My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest.

Nearing the grave,
I see thee Trembling, and sore op-press'd,
My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest.

Chorus

My power shall sustain thee
Where'er it seemeth best,
My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest.