1 Tho' bitter the blast of the storm may be,
It bringeth a blessing I know, for me.
So this is my song, all the day long,
What my Father may send me, can never be wrong;
This is my song, all the day long;
What my Father may send me, can never be wrong.
2 Tho' wildly the breakers around me roar,
They're driving me nearer the peaceful shore. [Chorus]
3 Tho' tempests may sweep from the East or Wast,
He chooses the way that for me is best. [Chorus]Source: The Gospel Choir No. 2 #d107