- As far above the howling storm,
Secure from danger�s reach and harm,
Triumphantly the eagle flies�
My soul on wings of faith would rise;
When raging is the tempest�s blast,
Ere yet its wrath is overpast�
My soul would rise from earthly woe,
To leave the stormy winds below.
- Upon the troubled, restless wave,
His fearful, trembling ones to save,
The Master walked and calmed the sea,
The wildly tossing Galilee;
By faith again I hear His voice,
In tones which make my heart rejoice,
When fears my soul with terror thrill,
He gently whispers, �Peace, be still.�
- The lilies clothed in garments fair,
The ravens flying through the air,
Our blessed Father cares for all�
He seeth e�en the sparrow�s fall;
His children more He surely loves,
Their cry His heart with pity moves:
Though thorns bestrew the path we�ve trod,
He whispers still, �Have faith in God.�
- The waves around may fiercely roll,
They cannot harm my trusting soul,
Regarding not what I may see,
My faith, O Lord, ascends to Thee;
The darkest night and brazen sky
Are pierced by faith�s unfailing eye�
My cry shall be till time shall cease,
�O blessed Lord, my faith increase.�
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