Where one is,
There am I,—
No man goeth alone!

Though he fly to earth's remotest bound,
Though his soul in the depths of sin be drowned,—
No man goeth alone!

Though he take him the wings of fear, and flee
Past the outermost realms of light;
Though he weave him a garment of mystery,
And hide in the womb of night,—
No man goeth alone!

Though apart in the city's heart he dwell,
Though he wander beyond the stars,
Though he bury himself in his nethermost hell,
And vanish behind the bars,—
No man goeth alone!

For I, God, am the soul of man,
And none can Me dethrone.
Where one is,
There am I,—
No man goeth alone!