God be thank'd that storms blow over,
God be praised that faith endures!
Nature, universal lover,
Ever works such timely cures;
Wolf-like fears may still be howling,
But they come not near us oft
If we scare them in their prowling
By the torch of hope aloft!

Oh the many dreads and troubles
Wisdom shows us,-- only shows;
To the brim the cauldron bubbles
But it seldom overflows;
To correct us and to try us
Brood the black tempestuous skies,
Both those terrors come not nigh us
If they find, or make us -- wise.

He, that is the Source and Sender,
Knows how trouble chastens still;
But Himself is our defender
When that trouble works for ill:
Thus, our faith may trust Him blindly
Should He send us help or grief,
For His Sovereignty deals kindly
Both in trial and relief!