Go thou thy way, and I go mine;

Apart yet not afar;

Only a thin veil hangs between

The pathways where we are.

And "God keeps watch ‘tween thee and me,"

This is my prayer;

He looks thy way; He looketh mine,

And keeps us near.



I know not where the road may lie,

Or which way mine will be;

If mine will lead thro’ parching sands

And thine beside the sea;

Yet God keeps watch ‘tween thee and me,

So never fear;

He holds thy hands, He claspeth mine.

And keeps us near.



Should wealth and fame perchance be thine,

And my lot lowly be,

Or you be sad and sorrowful,

And glory be for me.

Yet God keep watch ‘tween thee and me;

Both be His care;

One arm round thee and one round me

Will keep us near.



I sigh sometimes to see thy face,

But since this may not be,

I'll leave thee to the care of Him

Who cares for thee and me.

"I'll keep you both beneath my wings,"

This comforts, dear;

One wing o'er thee and one o'er me,

Will keep us near.



And though our paths be separate,

And thine way is not mine,

Yet coming to the Mercy seat,

My soul will meet with thine.

And "God Keep watch ‘tween thee and me,"

I’ll whisper there.

He blesseth thee, he blesseth me,

And we are near.

~Julia A. Baker