When the Storms of Life Surround Me

When the storms of life sur­round me

And the world seems dark and cold

When the rain beats down up­on me

And the light­ning stabs my soul

I cry out to my Sav­ior

Lord

help me

lest I die!

Do You care not that the bil­lows

Push my boat to­ward the shoal?

When the rag­ing winds and tem­pest

And the nox­ious clouds of sin

Whirl around me like an ar­my

And my faith is wear­ing thin

In a whis­per­ing dist­ant thun­der

Comes a voice like morn­ing calm:

“Fear not

I am with you ev­er

Till the world shall see its end.

I com­mand the winds of heav­en

And the light­ning does My will

I who walked up­on the wa­ters

And who bid the storm be still.

I seek not your de­struct­ion

But to strength­en and make pure;

Keep your faith in Me

be­liev­ing

I My pro­mises ful­fill.

He is great­er than the thun­der

He is migh­ti­er than the storm;

He ex­tends His hand to lift me

And pro­tect my soul from harm.

He will see me safe to har­bor

To the hav­en of my rest

Sheltered by the Rock of Ag­es

Held in His al­migh­ty arm.