My precious Saviour, tho my cares Come tumbling, crashing down, I know that when I take Thy hand, Bright sunlight shines around. For Thou my Saviour, Who art God, With whom I'm yet in touch, Oh, how can I explain thy love, Which brought me through so much? For even tho the clouds be dense, And stormy be the sea, I know that Thou canst still my soul, Who silenced Galilee. Thus tho the clouds grow very dense And cares seem not to cease, I know my Saviour, only Thee, Canst give to me Thy peace. For how can I explain Thy love, Which went to utmost length, Whom, tho I'm weak and weary worn, Canst give to me Thy strength. And when I grow so very tired That I can walk no more, You carry me within thine arms, Thou Christ, Whom I adore. For when You carry me, my Lord, By Whom the world was planned, Along the shore I can only see, Thy footprints in the sand. Oh Jesus, precious Saviour mine, Who gave to me Thy grace, I still can see, beyond the clouds, The radiance of Thy face! - Sancie Earman King