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121. The Virtue of Faith

1 As far above the howling storm,
Secure from danger’s reach and harm,
Triumphantly the eagle flies—
My soul on wings of faith would rise;
When raging is the tempest’s blast,
Ere yet its wrath is overpast—
My soul would rise from earthly woe,
To leave the stormy winds below.

2 Upon the troubled, restless wave,
His fearful, trembling ones to save,
The Master walked and calmed the sea,
The wildly tossing Galilee;
By faith again I hear His voice,
In tones which make my heart rejoice,
When fears my soul with terror thrill,
He gently whispers, “Peace, be still.”

3 The lilies clothed in garments fair,
The ravens flying through the air,
Our blessed Father cares for all—
He seeth e’en the sparrow’s fall;
His children more He surely loves,
Their cry His heart with pity moves:
Though thorns bestrew the path we’ve trod,
He whispers still, “Have faith in God.”

4 The waves around may fiercely roll,
They cannot harm my trusting soul,
Regarding not what I may see,
My faith, O Lord, ascends to Thee;
The darkest night and brazen sky
Are pierced by faith’s unfailing eye—
My cry shall be till time shall cease,
“O blessed Lord, my faith increase.”

Text Information
First Line: As far above the howling storm
Title: The Virtue of Faith
Author: Clara M. Brooks (1911)
Meter: 8.8.8.8 D
Scripture: Mark 11:22
Source: Timeless Truths (http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/The_Virtue_of_Faith); Faith Publishing House, Evening Light Songs, 1949, edited 1987 (284); The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (162)
Tune Information
Name: [As far above the howling storm]
Composer: Clarence E. Hunter (1911)
Meter: 8.8.8.8 D
Key: G Major
Source: Timeless Truths (http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/The_Virtue_of_Faith); Faith Publishing House, Evening Light Songs, 1949, edited 1987 (284); The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (162)



Media
MIDI file: The_Virtue_of_Faith.mid
(http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/The_Virtue_of_Faith)




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