


In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face,While the storm howls above me, and there's no hiding place.'Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry,Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
Many times Satan whispered, "There is no need to try,For there's no end of sorrow, there's no hope by and by"But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I'll riseWhere the storms never darken the skies.When the long night has ended and the storms come no more,Let me stand in Thy presence on the bright peaceful shore;In that land where the tempest, never comes, Lord, may IDwell with Thee when the storm passes by.
Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more,Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,Keep me safe till the storm passes by. Till the Storm PassesBy, Mosie Lister ©1958
from my friend, Cheryl:
The Age-Long MinuteAmy Carmichael
Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow,Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea,What matter beating wind and tossing billowIf only we are in the boat with Thee?
Hold us quiet through the age-long minuteWhile Thou art silent, and the wind is shrill:Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, art in it;Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?
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The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace.”’– Numbers 6:24-26
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