I miss you when I wake
From the dark dreams of my night.
I miss your being there
As the morning streams with light.
I miss you as I walk
Beside the swift and swollen river.
I feel your loss intensely
It’s not cold that makes me shiver.
Where are you now I wonder,
I can’t find you when I search.
I lost you in that springtime
In that faith redeeming church.
Your lark ascends each morning
As the sun grows in the sky.
I pray that when I follow
I will find you by and by.