304. ‘Lo, I am with you always’

WIDE fields of corn along the valleys spread;

The rain and dews mature the swelling vine;

I see the Lord is multiplying bread;

I see Him turning water into wine;

I see Him working all the works divine

He wrought when Salemward His steps were led;

The selfsame miracles around Him shine;

He feeds the famished; He revives the dead;

He pours the flood of light on darkened eyes;

He chases tears, diseases, fiends away;

His throne is raised upon these orient skies;

His footstool is the pave whereon we pray.

Ah, tell me not of Christ in Paradise,

For He is all around us here to-day.