Affliction is a stormy deep,

Where wave resounds to wave;

Though o’er our heads the billows roll,

We know the Lord can save.

2 When darkness, and when sorrows rose,

And pressed on every side,

The Lord hath still sustained our steps,

And still hath been our guide.

3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn,

He will restore our peace;

For he who bade the tempest roar

Can bid the tempest cease.

4 Here will we rest, here build our hopes,

Nor murmur at his rod;

He’s more to us than all the world—

Our Health, our Life, our God.