The song, an added bonus.
THE EYE OF THE STORM Fear not that whirlwind will carry you hence, Nor wait for its onslaught in breathless suspense, Nor shrink from the blight of the terrible hail, But pass through the edge to the heart of the tale, For there is a shelter, sun lighted and warm, And Faith sees her God through the eye of the storm. The passionate tempest with rush and wild roar And threatenings of evil may beat on the shore, The waves may be mountains, the fields battle plains, And the earth be immersed in a deluge of rains, yet, the soul, stayed on God, may sing bravely it psalm, for the heart of the storm is the center of calm. Let hope be not quenched in the blackness of night, Though the cyclone awhile may have blotted the light, For behind the great darkness the stars ever shine, And the light of God's heavens, His love will make thine, Let no gloom dim your eyes, but uplift them on high To the face of your God and the blue of his sky. The storm is your shelter from danger and sin, And God Himself takes you for safety within: The tempest with Him passes into deep calm, And the roar of the winds is the sound of a psalm. Be glad and serene when the tempest clouds form: God smiles on His child in the eye of the storm. - |
