“Though the rain may fall and the wind be blowing,
And cold and chill is the wintry blast;
Though the cloudy sky is still cloudier growing,
And the dead leaves tell that the summer has passed;
My face I hold to the stormy heaven,
My heart is as calm as the summer sea,
Glad to receive what my God has given,
Whate’er it be.
When I feel the cold, I can say, ‘He sends it,’
And His winds blow blessing, I surely know;
For I’ve never a want but that He attends it;
And my heart beats warm, though the winds may blow”
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Bright were the blossoms on every bough;
I trusted Him when the roses were blowing -
I trust Him now.
Small were my faith should it weakly falter,
Now that the roses have ceased to grow;
Frail were the trust that now should alter,Doubting his love when storm clouds blow.
If I trust Him once, I must trust Him ever,
And His way is best, though I stand or fall,
Through wind and storm, He will leave me never,
He sends it all.
Why should my heart be faint and fearing?
Mighty He rules above the storm;
Even the wintry blast is cheering,
Showing His power to keep me warm.
Never a care on my heart is pressing,
Never a fear can disturb my breast,
Everything that He sends is a blessing,
For He knows best.