"In Him Abide"

The mother knows her child, — his secret heart,
His joy or woe.
Who holds the blind man's hand alone can tell
Where he desires to go.
The timid suppliant at his champion's back
Can safely hide.
Who only clings, see, the strong swimmer bears
To the stream's further side.
Vitthal, says Tuka, knows our every need;
Only in him abide.