The Still, Small Voice

When the winds of trouble blow,
When the tempests roar,
When the angry waves of woe
Break upon the shore,
Let me know that God is near,
Let me still rejoice,
Let me in the tempest hear
The still, small voice.
When the earthquake rends the rock,
When the world is torn,
When in sudden, awful shock
Men and nations mourn,
Let me know that God abides,
Even then rejoice,
Since in every earthquake hides
The still, small voice.
When the world is all aflame
With a sweeping fire,
When God’s wrath and human shame
Burn with dreadful ire,
Let me know God’s love to men,
Let me still rejoice,
Gladly hearing, even then,
The still, small voice.