Man may trouble and distress me,

'Twill but drive me to Thy breast,

Life with trials hard may press me,

Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.

O, 'tis not in grief to harm me

While Thy love is left to me,

O, 'tis not in joy to charm me

Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

Tunes, “Autumn,” by F.H. Barthelemon, or “Ellesdie,” (formerly called “Disciple”) from Mozart—familiar in either.

“FROM EVERY STORMY WIND THAT BLOWS.”