|Savior, when the storms beat round me,.
Darkest clouds o'erhang my head;
When the darkness seems to cover
All my life with inward dread;
When the turmoil of the conflict
Presses hard against my soul;
When from duty in my weakness
I would shrink from off the roll___
Savior, grant thy sure protection,
Shield me from all harm and dread;
Keep me, safely keep me anchored
In the hope all saints have wed.
May my spirit find a shelter
In thy riven, wounded side;
May my soul in meekness enter
Through the portals opened wide;
May my tongue join in the anthems
The redeemed around thy throne
Are forever singing sweetly,
Of that blessed Home, sweet Home.
__James A. DeMoss
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)