Singing in the Storm

1 Overhead dark clouds had gathered,
Hiding all the depths of blue;
And the landscape was o’ershadowed
By their dreary leaden hue;
Echoed loud the pealing thunder,
Round my cottage bright and warm;
Then a bird voice near the window
Rang out sweetly in the storm.

Refrain:
Singing in the storm, singing in the storm,
Singing softly in the storm,
To a clear bird voice I listened,
Singing sweetly in the storm.
Yes, sweetly in the storm.

2 Safely sheltered from the tempest,
In its nest beside the wall,
Sat a little brown wren singing,
Fearing not what might befall;
While the rain was fast descending,
Very close its tiny form
’Neath the eaves the wee bird nestled,
Singing sweetly in the storm. [Refrain]

3 To my heart I took the lesson
Taught me by that bird so frail,
And I said, I have a refuge
When the storms of life assail;
Trusting in the heav’nly Father,
Sheltered ’neath His mighty arm,
When the tempest wild is beating,
O, my soul, sing in the storm. [Refrain]

4 When deep clouds of sorrow gather,
E’en amid the shades of death,
Resting in divine protection,
I may have the light of faith;
Well I know my loving Father,
Bane to blessing will transform,
And confiding in His goodness,
I will sing amid the storm. [Refrain]

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8797

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #8797