Thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.@Psalm 32:7
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Theodore E. Perkins (1831–1912)

Fan­ny Cros­by, in Sab­bath Ca­rols, 1868.

The­o­dore E. Per­kins (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

When I was chor­is­ter in Mr. Moo­dy’s Sun­day school, on the north side of Chi­ca­go, we fre­quent­ly used this hymn. On the mem­or­a­ble Sun­day [in 1871] when the ci­ty was des­troyed by fire, and I had made my es­cape in a small boat out in­to Lake Mi­chi­gan, this song came to my mind, and as I sat there watch­ing the ci­ty burn I sang [it].

Sankey, p. 134

Dark is the night, and cold the wind is blowing,
Nearer and nearer comes the breakers’ roar;
Where shall I go, or whither fly for refuge?
Hide me, my Father, till the storm is o’er.

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With His loving hand to guide,
Let the clouds above me roll,
And the billows in their fury
Dash around me.
I can brave the wildest storm,
With His glory in my soul,
I can sing amidst the tempest—
Praise the Lord!

Dark is the night, but cheering is the promise,
He will go with me o’er the troubled wave;
Safe He will lead me
Through the pathless waters,
Jesus, the mighty One, and strong to save.

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Dark is the night, but lo! the day is breaking,
Onward my bark, unfurl thy every sail,
Now at the helm I see
My Father standing,
Soon will my anchor drop within the veil.

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