Roll the Clouds Away

The way is dark be­fore me

Black clouds are o’er me spread;

The tem­pest ga­thers round me

And forms ab­ove my head.

The sun hath ceased its shin­ing

And wea­ry grows the day;

Oh

hear my pray­er

my Fa­ther

And roll the clouds away.

Oh

roll the clouds away

Oh

roll the clouds away

Oh

roll the clouds away

And send a bright­er

bet­ter day.

The drea­ry rain is fall­ing

The clouds are fly­ing past;

The an­gry light­ning flash­es

The thun­der’s roll­ing fast;

I’m wait­ing still

my Fa­ther

And long­ing for the day

When Thou shalt calm the tem­pest

And roll the clouds away.

O Lord

dis­pel the dark­ness

And let me see the light;

Oh

break away the tem­pest

And let the sun­shine bright;

Oh

speak the rain from fall­ing

Oh

clear my soul’s sad day;

Oh

stop the thun­der’s roll­ing

Oh

roll the clouds away.