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.