The storm is passed.
Its icy fingers made the world
A fairyland of peace and white.
All nature is serene and still.
Within my soul the echo now—
His peace, to take me through that night.
I ‘d fought the storm, my plans must win!
It swept me from my feet,
And brought me to my knees.
What hand could move with awesome pow’r,
Yet gentle with its sweep,
To calm life’s troubled seas?
This stroke of God
Has formed for me a new and better world,
From drab and scarred debris.
His touch has freed my soul from guilt,
To bring a new clean slate,
For now—and for eternity!