Affliction is a stormy deep

Verse 1

Affliction is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er my head the billows roll, I know the Lord can save.

Verse 2

The hand that now withholds my joys Can reinstate my peace: And He who bade the tempest roar, Can bid that tempest cease.

Verse 3

In the dark watches of the night, I'll count His mercies o'er; I'll praise Him for ten thousand past, And humbly sue for more.

Verse 4

When darkness and when sorrows rose And pressed on every side, The Lord has still sustained my steps, And still has been my Guide.

Verse 5

Here will I rest, and build my hopes, Nor murmur at His rod; He's more than all the world to me, My Health, my Life, my God!