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-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

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.