Always with us, al­ways with us,
Words of cheer, and words of love;
Thus the ris­en Sav­ior whis­pers,
From His dwell­ing place above.

With us when we toil in sad­ness,
Sowing much, and reap­ing none;
Telling us that in the fu­ture
Golden har­vests shall be won.

With us when the storm is sweep­ing,
O’er our path­way dark and drear;
Waking hope with­in our bo­soms,
Stilling ev­ery anx­ious fear.

With us in the lone­ly val­ley,
When we cross the chill­ing stream;
Lighting up the steps to glo­ry
With sal­va­tion’s ra­di­ant beam.