1 The tempests of life sweep o’er thy soul,
And thy strength is failing fast;
Bend low thy head while the thunders roll,
For the storm will soon be past.

Chorus:
Bend low till the storm passes by,
And the darkness of night has fled;
Till the sun shines out in a cloudless sky,
And the Lord lifts up thy head.

2 The lightnings obey our Lord’s command,
And the winds his word fulfill;
Oh, bow thee low ‘neath his chast’ning hand,
Nor resist his holy will. [Chorus]

3 He watches above; the stars shine on,
And the spheres their courses keep;
He whispers, “Peace,” and the clouds are gone,
And the winds are lulled to sleep. [Chorus]

4 Look upward, sad soul! The storm is past;
See the bow of promise shine!
The sky above thee is bright at last,
With a glory of love divine. [Chorus]