In storm clouds gathered darkly ’round,
My great Deliverer I’ve found.
He brought them so that I would seek
His mighty hand, for I am weak;
So in the greyness of the morn,
My re-awakened faith is born!
If there were no clouds in view,
If my trials were too few,
I might forget to take my place
Around the blessed throne of grace.
But, praise His name forevermore!
He keeps a few clouds hovering o’er!