Blessed Savior, now I see,
Thou art kinder far to me,
And I will not lay my head,
On my downy peaceful bed,
Till I have pray'd to thee;
Thank'd thee for a mother's care,
Such as heathen never share.
B.
THE STORM.
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THE STORM.
How fierce the lightning blazes!
I hear the thunders roar;
Hark! how the wind arises!
While clouds their waters pour:
But in the Lord confiding
Our souls feel no alarm:
For he himself is riding
Upon the angry storm.
The lightnings are his arrows,
The thunders are his voice
Yet e'en the feeblest sparrows
May safe in him rejoice;
The clouds and winds and waters,
Obey his sovereign word;
Let Zion's sons and daughters
Adore th' Almighty Lord.
When lightnings red are streaking,
A Father's arm is bar'd;
When thunders loud are speaking,
A Father's voice is heard:
The foes that flee before him,
Can never feel his grace;
While children that adore him,
Shall see his smiling face.