All those who seek a throne of grace,
Are sure to find in ev­ery place;
To those who love a life of pray­er,
Our God is pre­sent ev­ery­where.

The sha­dy grove or burn­ing plain,
The bloom­ing field or swell­ing main,
Alike are sweet in sec­ret pray­er,
For God is pre­sent ev­ery­where.

In pin­ing sick­ness, ro­sy health,
In pov­er­ty or grow­ing wealth,
The hum­ble soul de­lights in pray­er,
And finds God pre­sent ev­ery­where.

When Zi­on mourns and comforts fail,
And all her foes do scoff and rail,
’Tis then a time for se­cret pray­er,
For God is pre­sent ev­ery­where.

When some back­slide, and others fall,
And few are found who strive at all,
The faith­ful find in sec­ret pray­er,
That God is pre­sent ev­ery­where.

Come, then, my soul, in eve­ry strait,
To Jesus come, and on Him wait;
He sees and hears each sec­ret sigh,
And brings His own sal­va­tion nigh.