by John Newton, See the Gloomy Gathering Cloud
“ They shall always find Him near; Though the earth were wrapped in flame, They have no just cause for fear. Hark! His voice in accents mild, O, how comforting and sweet! Speaks to every humble child, Pointing out a sure retreat! Come, and in My chambers hide, To My saints of old well known; There you safely may abide, Till the storm be overblown. You have only to repose On My wisdom, love, and care; Where My wrath consumes my foes, Mercy shall My children spare: While they perish in the flood, You that bear My holy mark, Sprinkled with atoning blood, Shall be safe within the ark. ”
