Though dark waves are crashing,
And forked light is flashing,
Mighty thunder is clashing,
Here stand I.
Though North wind is blowing,
And grey clouds are snowing,
My salt tears are flowing,
Here stand I.
Through tempest and trial,
And Evil One's guile,
O'er every hard mile,
Here stand I.
Though no man can hear me,
And I am still unfree,
While calling out my plea,
Here stand I.
For after awhile,
I'll regain my smile,
And all is worthwhile,
Christ with me.
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