I needed the quiet, so He drew me aside
Into the shadows where we could confideAway from the bustle where all the day long
I hurried and worried when active and strong.I needed the quiet, though at first I rebelled.
But gently, so gently, my cross He upheldAnd whispered so sweetly of spiritual things
Though weakened in body, my spirit took wingsTo heights never dreamed of when active and gay
To loved me so greatly, He drew me away
By Alice Hansche Mortenson
When the storm is raging high,
When the tempest rends the sky,
When my eyes with tears are dim,
Then, my soul, consider Him.When my plans are in the dust,
When my dearest hopes are crushed,
When is passed each foolish whim,
Then my soul, consider him.When with dearest friends I part,
When deep sorrow fills my heart,
When pain racks each weary limb,
Then, my soul, consider Him.When I track my weary way,
When fresh trials come each day,
When my faith and hope are dim,
Then, my soul, consider Him.Clouds of sunshine, dark or bright,
Evening shades or morning light,
When my cup flows o'er the brim,
Then, my soul, consider Him.
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