An Hymn

by ST

O Thou Savior, be my Guide
Against the tempest and the tide;
Comfort me, and keep me warm,
Calm my soul:  stretch forth thine arm.

Hard they press me--open the way.
Fears make a nightmare--call forth the day.
The Storm leaves me cold, wet, and empty of power--
Carry me! lest I fail in this troublesome hour.

Published by Emerging Bird

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