Classic Poem

Affliction is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave:
Though o'er my head the billows roll
I know the Lord can save.

The hand that now withholds my joys
Can soon restore my peace;
And He who bade the tempest rise
Can bid that tempest cease.

Here will I rest, and build my hope,
Nor murmur at His rod;
He's more than all the world to me —
My Health, my Life, my God!