When gath'ring clouds did o'er us low'r
Above our anxious heads,
Thou still'd'st the storm, whose mighty hand
Upholdeth sky and sea and land.
How often, Lord, by day and night,
Our enemies with craft and might
Have threaten'd us, Thy flock!
But, faithful Shepherd! Thou wast near,
Repell'dst the wolf and still'dst our fear.
Our brethren are compell'd to roam,