EN storms
And dark'ning
About me threat'ning lower,
To thee,
O Lord,
I raise mine eyes,
To thee my tortured spirit
For solace in that hour.
Thy mighty
Will let no
Come near me nor befall me;
Thy voice shall quiet my alarm,
When life's great battle waxeth warm —No foeman shall appall me.
Upon thy
Secure I rest,
From sorrow and vexation;
No more by sinful cares oppressed,
But in thy presence ever blest,
O God of my salvation.
