When God spoke un­to Noah,
And said to build the ark,
The Lord knew well the ves­sel
Would cheer­less be and dark,
So God said, “Build a win­dow,
With out­look to­ward the sky,
That when it’s dark and lone­some,
You’ll see Me stand­ing by.

Refrain

“The storms will come, but fear not,
Oh, child­ren, I am nigh,
And through the up­per win­dow,
You’ll see Me stand­ing by.

“It may be that af­flict­ion
Will rack and rend your frame,
Until your mor­tal bo­dy
Is seared with fe­vered flame;
But do not be dis­cour­aged,
Just lift your tear-dimmed eye,
And through the up­per win­dow,
You’ll see Me stand­ing by.

Refrain

“Perhaps you’ll suf­fer loss­es,
Like hous­es, lands, and gold,
And you will feel you’re home­less,
And pen­ni­less, and old;
But sweet­est peace and com­fort
Will lift your pain­ful sigh,
When through the upp­er win­dow,
You see Me stand­ing by.

Refrain

It may be that be­reave­ment
Will take a loved one dear,
A soul that brought you glad­ness,
Real hap­pi­ness and cheer;
But it will cheer your sad heart,
When loved ones from you fly,
When through the up­per win­dow,
You see Me stand­ing by.

Refrain