“He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto the desired haven.” (Psa. 107:29, 30.)
I know, O Lord, though all around is dark,
I need not fear.
Rough are the waves that toss my little bark,
But Thou art near:
The stormy winds Thy word alone fulfill,
Their rage shall cease,
And when Thy voice shall give the charge, “Be still”—
All will be peace.
Yes! I shall see (soon as this storm has passed
Across the soul),
That He who slumbers not, held every blast
In His control:
And though o’ershadowed by the present woe
My heart may quail-
Strong in the grace—the strength Thou dost bestow—
I shall prevail.
What though long-cherished hopes like autumn leaves
All scattered lie?
Knowing Thy love divine, this scarcely grieves,
For spring is nigh.
New hopes, God-given, shall then unfold and bloom
In beauty bright,
Therefore, in hope, rejoicing, ‘mid the gloom
I wait for light.
Thou precious Savior, by whose life I live,
Lighten mine eyes.
Let me not miss the lessons Thou dost give;
O make me wise.
Keep me, while tempest-driven on life’s dark sea,
Close to Thy side;
There, anchored safely by sure hope in Thee,
Let me abide.
LORD JESUS CHRIST—my All—what can I lose,
Since Thou art mine?
Guide me, Thou Best-beloved, my portion choose,
For I am Thine:
To the desired Haven let me come
In Thine own way;
There will be no more night in that bright home,
But endless day!