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Lyrics of Lowly Life (1896)
With an introduction by W.D. Howells
First published by Dodd, Mead and Company
Copyright 1895 and 1896
When storms arise
And darkening skies
About me threat'ning lower,
To thee, O Lord, I lift mine eyes;
To thee my tortured spirit flies
For solace in that hour.
Thy 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!