And whisper, “Peace; be still!”
While faith doth on Thy promise rest,
And bless the Father’s will.
3 The shadow and the storm must come;
O, grant that faith divine
Which triumphs o’er the might of grief,
And moulds man’s will to Thine!
In hours of deepest gloom, mine eye
One blessed ray can see;
A sunlit side that cloud must have,