WHEN storms arise And dark'ning skies About me threat'ning lower, To thee, O Lord, I raise mine eyes, To thee my tortured spirit flies For solace in that hour. The mighty arm Will let no harm 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 breast Secure I rest, From sorrow and vexation; No more by sinful cares oppressed, But in thy presence ever blest, O God of my salvation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAIN-SONGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 98. AL-RASCHID by EDWIN ARNOLD SPRING PLOWING by RUTH E. BILLEY I KNOW A BROOK by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |