Scripture Verse

I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Matthew 28:20

Introduction

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Thomas Tiplady (1882–1967)

Words: Tho­mas Tip­la­dy (1882–1967).

Music: Charn­wood Charles E. Mo­ber­ly (1820–1893) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know when the words or mu­sic were writ­ten, or where to get a good pho­to of Mo­ber­ly (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

We leave Thy house, but leave not Thee,
For Thou wilt ev­er with us be;
For time nor space can us di­vide,
Or take us from our shep­herd’s side.

Thy flock we are: Thy house our fold
Where we to­ge­ther Thee be­hold;
Yet, when we scat­ter o’er life’s fields,
Thy pre­sence sweet com­mun­ion yields.

The Up­per Room has not de­cayed,
Each stone has now a mil­lion made;
In ev­ery land dis­ci­ples meet,
And see Thy wound­ed hands and feet.

Though lamps go out, and home we turn,
We feel our hearts with­in us burn;
And, day far spent, the ve­ry street
Rings, like Em­ma­us, with Thy feet.