Poems (Coolidge)/Storm and Stress

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

STORM AND STRESS

I cling to thee through storm and stress,
I own my utter nothingness;
Upheld by thee from hour to hour,
My weakness lost in thy great power,
I shall not faint—I cannot fail,
Though fiercest foes my strength assail.

Through storm and stress I cling to thee;
I trust the love that chastens me;
The love that doth renew my strength,
Each step along my journey's length;
Within that powerful hand of thine,
I lay this feeble one of mine.

I cling to thee through storm and stress;
Vouchsafe, O Lord, thy child to bless;
Oh, day by day, with manna feed,
Thy grace sufficient for my need;
Eternal Peace my harbor be
When storm and stress shall cease for me.