Always with us, always with us, Words of cheer, and words of love; Thus the risen Savior whispers, From His dwelling place above. With us when we toil in sadness, Sowing much, and reaping none; Telling us that in the future Golden harvests shall be won. With us when the storm is sweeping, O’er our pathway dark and drear; Waking hope within our bosoms, Stilling every anxious fear. With us in the lonely valley, When we cross the chilling stream; Lighting up the steps to glory With salvation’s radiant beam.