When the winds of trouble blow, When the tempests roar, When the angry waves of woe Break upon the shore, Let me know that God is near, Let me still rejoice, Let me in the tempest hear The still, small voice. When the earthquake rends the rock, When the world is torn, When in sudden, awful shock Men and nations mourn, Let me know that God abides, Even then rejoice, Since in every earthquake hides The still, small voice. When the world is all aflame With a sweeping fire, When God's wrath and human shame Burn with dreadful ire, Let me know God's love to men, Let me still rejoice, Gladly hearing, even then, The still, small voice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR |