Scripture Verse

I do set my bow in the cloud. Genesis 9:13


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Songs of Love and Praise No. 3, ed­it­ed by John R. Swe­ney, Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick & Hen­ry L. Gil­mour (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1896).

Music: Tai­pei Liz­zie E. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Swe­ney (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


There is a calm for ev­ery storm
We meet from day to day,
A hal­lowed peace that dwells with­in,
And smiles the clouds away.
The star of hope still bright­ly shines,
Though wild the break­ers roar,
And in its beams the words we trace,
Life’s dream will soon be o’er.

There is a friend, a con­stant friend,
Who slum­bers not nor sleeps,
But safe with­in His ten­der care
The trust­ing soul He keeps;
His bow of love still spans the sky,
And points to yon­der shore,
While on its beams the words we trace,
Life’s cares will soon be o’er.

There is a morn when we shall wake
At home be­yond the tide,
And in our Sav­ior’s like­ness then
We shall be sa­tis­fied;
O hearts that yearn and bleed and break
For joys that come no more,
Look up and read the bless­èd words,
Life’s tears will soon be o’er.