Scripture Verse

A refuge and hiding place from the storm and rain. Isaiah 4:6


Jennie B. Wilson

Words: Jen­nie Wil­son, in The Best Gos­pel Songs and Their Com­pos­ers (Dal­ton, Geor­gia: An­th­ony J. Sho­wal­ter, 1904), num­ber 154.

Music: Charles W. James (🔊 pdf nwc).

Charles W. James


Overhead dark clouds had gathered,
Hiding all the depths of blue;
And the landscape was o’ershadowed
By their dreary leaden hue;
Echoed loud the pealing thunder,
Round my cottage bright and warm;
Then a bird voice near the window
Rang out sweetly in the storm.


Singing in the storm, singing in the storm,
Singing softly in the storm,
To a clear bird voice I listened,
Singing sweetly in the storm.
Yes, sweetly in the storm.

Safely sheltered from the tempest,
In its nest beside the wall,
Sat a little brown wren singing,
Fearing not what might befall;
While the rain was fast descending,
Very close its tiny form
’Neath the eaves the wee bird nestled,
Singing sweetly in the storm.


To my heart I took the lesson
Taught me by that bird so frail,
And I said, I have a refuge
When the storms of life assail;
Trusting in the heav’nly Father,
Sheltered ’neath His mighty arm,
When the tempest wild is beating,
O, my soul, sing in the storm.


When deep clouds of sorrow gather,
E’en amid the shades of death,
Resting in divine protection,
I may have the light of faith;
Well I know my loving Father,
Bane to blessing will transform,
And confiding in His goodness,
I will sing amid the storm.