by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A voice calls in the storm and wind and rain:
"Lo! I am with you, be ye not afraid!"
And lo! The tempest passes, and the sun
Shines forth again, and all is peace.
What was it in the storm that thus could speak,
And bid the trembling heart be still?
A still, small voice, that whispered in the soul,
"All things are in My hand. Fear not!"
O soul of man! in every storm of life,
Hear thou that voice, and be at peace!
For lo! the tempest passes, and the sun
Shines forth again, and all is peace.