WHEN storms arise And dark'ning skies About me threat'ning lower, To thee, O Lord, I raise mine eyes, To thee my tortured spirit flies For solace in that hour. The mighty arm Will let no harm Come near me nor befall me; Thy voice shall quiet my alarm, When life's great battle waxeth warm -- No foeman shall appall me. Upon thy breast Secure I rest, From sorrow and vexation; No more by sinful cares oppressed, But in thy presence ever blest, O God of my salvation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BATTLE OF IVRY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON THE WORMS AT HEAVEN'S GATE by WALLACE STEVENS LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE THIRD FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |