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I saw, when the wind swept over the mead,
The willow that stands by the brook;
Bending low, as, with pitiless force, the storm
Threw down the unbending oak.
Bend low till the storm passeth over,
The sun will shine out by and by;
Bend low till the storm passeth over,
And the stars twinkle out in the sky.
The storm had passed by, the willow uprose,
Her branches in beauty outspread;
But the monarch of trees, in his pride cast down,
Lay prone on the earth and dead.
Bend low till the storm passeth over,
The sun will shine out by and by;
Bend low till the storm passeth over,
And the stars twinkle out in the sky.
O Christians, look up! life’s storms will soon pass;
Rejoice ye with sorrow low bowed;
Our Lord in His hand holds the lightning’s shaft,
His smile is behind the cloud.
Bend low till the storm passeth over,
The sun will shine out by and by;
Bend low till the storm passeth over,
And the stars twinkle out in the sky.
And thou, who art proud, O turn ye in time,
Nor fall as the desolate tree!
God’s mercy, His infinite love are thine,
Awaiting, inviting thee.
Bend low till the storm passeth over,
The sun will shine out by and by;
Bend low till the storm passeth over,
And the stars twinkle out in the sky.
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