There exists no place
Outside the Lord\'s grip -
From the outposts of space
To the eclipse of a pit -
He\'s never far away
And even more so -
He\'s on the war field
In the foxholes -
In the nursing ward
And in the catacombs.
Where else should He be
But with the wounded
In body and spirit, prithee?
As two are wed -
Jesus - be ever with me.