The Virtue of Faith Clara M. Brooks, pub.1907 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Faith, Assurance Scripture: Mark 11:22; Luke 17:5 The Virtue of Faith [.xml] Clarence E. Hunter, pub.1907 copyright status is Public Domain Key: G Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German)	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. As far above the howling storm, Secure from danger’s reach and harm, Triumphantly the eagle flies— My soul on wings of faith would rise; When raging is the tempest’s blast, Ere yet its wrath is overpast— My soul would rise from earthly woe, To leave the stormy winds below. Upon the troubled, restless wave, His fearful, trembling ones to save, The Master walked and calmed the sea, The wildly tossing Galilee; By faith again I hear His voice, In tones which make my heart rejoice, When fears my soul with terror thrill, He gently whispers, “Peace, be still.” The lilies clothed in garments fair, The ravens flying through the air, Our blessed Father cares for all— He seeth e’en the sparrow’s fall; His children more He surely loves, Their cry His heart with pity moves: Though thorns bestrew the path we’ve trod, He whispers still, “Have faith in God.” The waves around may fiercely roll, They cannot harm my trusting soul, Regarding not what I may see, My faith, O Lord, ascends to Thee; The darkest night and brazen sky Are pierced by faith’s unfailing eye— My cry shall be till time shall cease, “O blessed Lord, my faith increase.”

The Virtue of Faith

Clara M. Brooks, pub.1907

Subjects: Faith, Assurance

Scripture: Mark 11:22; Luke 17:5

The Virtue of Faith [.xml]

Clarence E. Hunter, pub.1907

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Meter: 8.8.8.8 D

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As far above the howling storm,
Secure from danger’s reach and harm,
Triumphantly the eagle flies—
My soul on wings of faith would rise;
When raging is the tempest’s blast,
Ere yet its wrath is overpast—
My soul would rise from earthly woe,
To leave the stormy winds below.
Upon the troubled, restless wave,
His fearful, trembling ones to save,
The Master walked and calmed the sea,
The wildly tossing Galilee;
By faith again I hear His voice,
In tones which make my heart rejoice,
When fears my soul with terror thrill,
He gently whispers, “Peace, be still.”
The lilies clothed in garments fair,
The ravens flying through the air,
Our blessed Father cares for all—
He seeth e’en the sparrow’s fall;
His children more He surely loves,
Their cry His heart with pity moves:
Though thorns bestrew the path we’ve trod,
He whispers still, “Have faith in God.”
The waves around may fiercely roll,
They cannot harm my trusting soul,
Regarding not what I may see,
My faith, O Lord, ascends to Thee;
The darkest night and brazen sky
Are pierced by faith’s unfailing eye—
My cry shall be till time shall cease,
“O blessed Lord, my faith increase.”