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...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SEVEN ARTS by ROBERT FROST ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TROY PARK: 1. THE WARMTH OF SPRING by EDITH SITWELL FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON |