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!