Though the rain may fall and the wind be blowing, And cold and chill is the wintry blast; Though the cloudy sky is still cloudier growing, And dead leaves tell that the summer has passed, Yet my face I hold to the stormy heaven, My heart as calm as a summer sea; I am glad to receive what my God hath given, Whate’er it be.
When I feel the cold, I can say, “He sends it,” His wind blows blessing I surely know; For I’ve ne’er a want but that He attends it; My heart beats warm, though the winds may blow; The soft, sweet summer was warm and glowing, So bright were the blossoms on every bough; I trusted Him when the roses were blowing— I trust Him now.
Oh, small were my faith should it weakly falter, When now the roses have ceased to blow; And frail were the trust that now should alter, To doubt His love when the storm clouds grow; If I trust Him once I must trust Him ever— His way is best, though I stand or fall; Through wind or storm He will leave me never, For He sends all.
Now why should my heart be faint and fearing? The Mighty One rules above the storm; For even the wintry blast is cheering, Revealing His power to keep me warm; No, never a care on my heart is pressing, And never a fear can disturb my breast; Yes, everything that He sends is blessing, For He knows best.
