My precious Savior, tho my cares,
Come tumbling, crashing down,
I know that when I take Thy hand,
Bright sunlight shines around.
For thou my Savior, Who art God,
With whom I'm yet in touch,
Oh, how can I explain Thy love,
Which brought me through so much?
For even tho the clouds be dense,
And stormy be the sea,
I know that Thou can still my soul,
Who silenced Galilee.
Thus, tho the clouds grow very dense,
And cares seem not to cease,
I know my Savior, only Thee,
Can give to me Thy peace.
For how can I explain Thy love,
Which went to utmost length,
Whom, tho I'm weak and weary worn,
Can give to me thy strength.
And when I grow so very tired,
That I can walk no more,
You carry me within Thine arms,
Thou Christ, whom I adore.
For when You carry me Lord,
By Whom the world was planned,
Along the shore can only see,
Thy footprints in the sand.
Oh Jesus, precious Savior mine,
Who gave to me Thy grace,
I still can see, beyond the clouds,
The radiance of Thy face!
