From the heights of the Alps,
to the depths of the sea;
Where rulers oppress,
and where people are free;
In caverns of darkness,
and on distant stars shiny;
In populous cities,
and villages tiny;
Amid squealings of tires,
and blasting of horns;
In the filth of the alleys,
and on sidewalks well-worn;
In green mountain pastures
where animals bed;
Beyond where Bermuda-clad
tourists will tread;
Where lazy boughs whisper
in the cool summer breeze;
And the senses are charged
by the scent of the trees;
Regardless of the time or place,
The Lord is always near;
His presence He will manifest,
our prayers He will hear;
He'll love us through our darkest hour,
and calm our every fear;
He'll pick us up when we are down,
and dry our every tear.
“Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold thou art there” (Psalm 139:7-8).