Please give today to support Hymnary.org during one of only two fund drives we run each year. Each month, Hymnary serves more than 1 million users from around the globe, thanks to the generous support of people like you, and we are so grateful.
Tax-deductible donations can be made securely online using this link.
Alternatively, you may write a check to CCEL and mail it to:
Christian Classics Ethereal Library, 3201 Burton SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546
1 Affliction is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave;
Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save.
2 The hand that now withholds my joys
Can reinstate my peace;
And He who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid that tempest cease.
3 In the dark watches of the night,
I'll count His mercies o'er;
I'll praise Him for ten thousand past,
And humbly sue for more.
4 When darkness and when sorrows rose
And press'd on every side,
The Lord has still sustain'd my steps,
And still has been my guide.
5 Here will I rest, and build my hopes,
Nor murmur at His rod;
He's more than all the world to me,
My health, my life, my God!
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Affliction is a stormy deep |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1870 |
| Topic: | Affilction; Christians: their life and experience; Hope: in afflictions (1 more...) |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Cotton |
My Starred Hymns
My FlexScores
My Hymnals
My Purchased Files