Night fell. And a storm blew in
Setting doors and windows shaking.
I hear the noise but I sleep on;
No sense in my awaking,
For I am safe here in my room,
In the shelter of man’s making.
The storm can’t touch me here.
Within my heart, a storm blows in
And in my mind, I’m quaking.
Tense and afraid, I feel as if
My battered heart is breaking.
“Come hide in Me,” my Saviour says,
“Whenever your soul is aching;
My perfect love casts out your fear.”