I can­not drift be­yond Thy love,
Beyond Thy ten­der care;
Where’er I stray, still from above
Thine eye be­holds me there.
I can­not drift so far away
But what Thy love di­vine
Upon my path, by night and day,
In mer­cy sweet doth shine.

I can­not drift be­yond Thy sight:
Dear Lord, the thought is sweet;
Thy lov­ing hand will guide aright
My wea­ry, wan­der­ing feet.
When rough and dark my lone­ly way,
I shall not be for­got;
Thro’ all life’s change­ful, sha­dowed day
Thou wilt for­sake me not.

I can­not drift away from Thee,
No mat­ter where I go;
Still Thy dear love doth glad­den me,
Thou all my way dost know.
Where’er I jour­ney Thou art there,
In wind and wave I hear
Thy voice, in tones of mu­sic rare,
And know that Thou art near.