THROUGH all the busy daylight, 

Through all the quiet night; 

Whether the stars are in the sky, 

Or the sun is shining bright; 

In the cottage, in the school-room, 

In the street, or on the stair, 

Though I may seem to be alone, 

Yet God is always there. 

He knows each word I mean to speak 

Before the word is spoken; 

He knows the thoughts within my heart, 

Although I give no token; 

When I am naughty, then I grieve 

My heavenly Father's love; 

And every time I really try, 

He helps me from above.