Jones Very (1813–1880)

I SIT within my room, and joy to find

That Thou who always lov’st art with me here,

That I am never left by Thee behind,

But by thyself Thou keep’st me ever near;

The fire burns brighter when with Thee I look,

And seems a kinder servant sent to me;

With gladder heart I read Thy holy book,

Because Thou art the eyes by which I see;

This aged chair, that table, watch and door

Around in ready service ever wait;

Nor can I ask of Thee a menial more

To fill the measure of my large estate,

For Thou thyself, with all a father’s care,

Where’er I turn, art ever with me there.