And, like the heavens, their hearts were dark,
For Jesus was away.
When, lo, a spirit! See it tread
The waves that wrestle with the sky!
They shrieked, appalled: but Jesus said—
"Be of good cheer: 'tis I!"
As o'er the little day of life
The gathering cloud advances slow;
And all above is storm and strife,
And darkness all below;