When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt;—
3 Lord, give us such a faith as this,
And then, whate’er may come,
We’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.
521.
C. M.
Montgomery.
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt;—
3 Lord, give us such a faith as this,
And then, whate’er may come,
We’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.
C. M.
Montgomery.