1 When the buds of spring are op'ning,
When the earth is closed in green,
And the gentle rains descending,
Wake to life a power unseen;
When the fragrant flow'rs are blooming,
In the summer sunlight clear,
Then a sweet voice whispers
God is very near.
Then a sweet voice whispers
God is very near.

2 When the drafting snows of winter,
In white folds the earth enshroud,
When above the storm clouds gather,
And the tempest's voice is loud;
When the roar of ocean breakers,
Wildly surging, strikes the ear,
Then a sweet voice whispers
God is very near.
Then a sweet voice whispers
God is very near.

3 Thus it is in life's bright summer,
When with joy the heart is filled,
When we see the silver lining,
Of the clouds that bode us ill;
Or when deed, dark waves of trouble,
Gather round our pathway here,
Still the sweet voice whispers
God is very near.
Still the sweet voice whispers
God is very near.