When Thickly Beat the Storms of Life

When thick­ly beat the storms of life

And hea­vy is the chast­en­ing rod

The soul

be­yond the waves of strife

Views the eter­nal Rock—her God.

What hope dis­pels the spir­it’s gloom

When sink­ing ’neath af­flict­ion’s shock?

Faith

through the vis­ta of the tomb

Points to the ev­er­last­ing Rock.

Is there a man who can­not see

That joy and grief are from above?

O let him hum­bly bend the knee

And own his Fa­ther’s chast­en­ing love.

Hope

grace

and truth

with gen­tle hand

Shall lead a bleed­ing Sav­ior’s flock

And show them

in the pro­mised land

The shel­ter of th’eter­nal Rock.