Though Bitter The Blast Of The Storm May


Tho’ bitter the blast of the storm may be,
It bringeth a blessing I know, for me.

Chorus:
So this is my song, all the day long,
What my Father may send me, can never be wrong;
This is my song, all the day long;
What my Father may send me, can never be wrong.

Tho’ wildly the breakers around me roar,
They’re driving me nearer the peaceful shore. [Chorus]

Tho’ tempests may sweep from the East or Wast,
He chooses the way that for me is best. [Chorus]