No opening could I see,
I heard without the night wind moan.
The days were dark to me―
I cannot face it all alone
Oh be Thou near to me!
He has, He will, He worketh still,
In ways most wonderful.
He drew me from the miry clay,
He filled my cup quite full.
And while my heart can speak I’ll tell
His love unspeakable. ―John Oxenham