Scripture Verse

He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still…He bringeth them unto their desired haven. Psalm 107:29–30


Henry Alford (1810–1871)
National Portrait Gallery


Words: Hen­ry Al­ford, 1862. Pub­lished in Mac­Mil­lan’s Ma­ga­zine, 1863.

Music: Mid­dle­town (Har­ring­ton) C. T. W. (1847–?). Har­mo­ny by Karl P. Har­ring­ton, 1905 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know the com­pos­er’s name,

Karl P. Harrington (1861–1953)


I know not if or dark or bright
Shall be my lot;
If that where­in my hopes de­light
Be best or not.

It may be mine to drag for years
Toil’s hea­vy chain,
Or day and night my meat be tears
On bed of pain.

Dear faces may sur­round my health
With smiles and glee,
Or I may dwell alone, and mirth
Be strange to me.

My bark is waft­ed to the strand
By breath di­vine,
And on its helm there rests a hand
Other than mine.

One who was known in storms to sail
I have on board;
Above the roar­ing of the gale
I hear my Lord.

Safe to the land! safe to the land!
The end is this,
And then with Him go hand in hand,
Far into bliss.