Though the night is yet enroaching,
And the wind howls o'er the land,
I stand here by the crashing ocean,
Still, O Lord, I'll raise my hands.
Though the rain is pouring on me,
The heavens are with lightning torn,
I will kneel here by the gray sea,
My heart weary and care-worn.
When the storm's around me raging,
Lord I give my all to you,
Though life against me war is waging,
To You always I will be true.
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