p. 5 | In Time of Storm by Max Hill

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In Time of Storm.

By Max Hill

OFT had I read of One whose hands Are strong to aid the weak, Who by His faithful children stands If they His guidance seek.

But never did that presence seem So near and dear to me Until when sin's tempestuous stream Bore me far out to sea.

Until my light and life and hope Were shipwrecked on the rock, Till stranded I was left to grope In darkness, storm, and shock.

Then called I my long-slighted Guide, For my own strength was gone, "O save from death," I humbly cried, "Save, Lord, and lead me on.

"I can not, dare not, strive alone, My Saviour, show Thy will!" Then Jesus made His presence known, And bade the waves be still.

MAX HILL.