When the Spray Is White

In whirlwind hour of peril, grief, or fear,How gently, surely, Truth and Love draw near!What though the spray be white, the foothills shaken?God is our stay, we shall not be forsaken.Strong is the might of Mind to heal and save—The sea is stilled when Christ commands the wave.

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