When the raging winds and tempest,
                                        
                                        And the noxious clouds of sin,
                                        
                                        Whirl around me like an army,
                                        
                                        And my faith is wearing thin,
                                        
                                        In a whispering distant thunder,
                                        
                                        Comes a voice like morning calm:
                                        
                                        “Fear not, I am with you ever,
                                        
                                        Till the world shall see its end.