When Gathering Clouds

Verse 1

When gath'ring clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean who not in vain Experienced ev'ry human pain; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.

Verse 2

If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do; Still He who felt temtation's pow'r, Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.

Verse 3

When sorr'wing o'er some stone I bend Which covers what was once a friend, And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Divides me for a little while; Thou, Savior, mark'st the tears I shed, For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.

Verse 4

And, oh, when I have safely past Thro' ev'ry conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, for Thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.