The Storm Is Hushed

I

’Tis past⁠—the dreadful stormy night
Is gone, with all its fears!
And now I see returning light⁠—
The Lord, my Sun, appears.

II

The tempter, who but lately said
I soon should be his prey,
Has heard my Saviour’s voice, and fled
With shame and grief away.

III

Ah! Lord, since thou didst hide thy face.
What has my soul endured?
But now ’tis past, I feel thy grace,
And all my wounds are cured!

IV

O wondrous change! but just before
Despair beset me round;
I heard the lion’s horrid roar,
And trembled at the sound:

V

Before corruption, guilt, and fear,
My comforts blasted fell;
And unbelief discover’d near
The dreadful depths of hell:

VI

But Jesus pitied my distress,
He heard my feeble cry,
Reveal’d his blood and righteousness,
And brought salvation nigh.

VII

Beneath the banner of his love
I now secure remain;
The tempter frets, but dares not move
To break my peace again.

VIII

Lord, since thou thus hast broke my bands,
And set the captive free,
I would devote my tongue, my hands,
My heart, my all to thee.