God is our Hope and Strength

Tempest and terror below; but Christ the
Almighty above.
Tho’ the depth of the deep overflow, tho’ fire
run along on the ground,
Tho’ all billows and flames make a noise,—and
where is an Ark for the dove?—
Tho’ sorrows rejoice against joys, and death
and destruction abound:
Yet Jesus abolisheth death, and Jesus Who loves
us we love;
His dead are renewed with a breath, His lost
are the sought and the found.
Thy wanderers call and recall, Thy dead men
lift out of the ground;
O Jesus, Who lovest us all, stoop low from
Thy Glory above:
Where sin hath abounded make grace to abound
and to superabound,
Till we gaze on Thee face unto Face, and respond
to Thee love unto Love.