| Song | I Cannot Tell When The Thunders |
| Album | Passiontide Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Jennie Mast |
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| Tags | I Cannot Tell When The Thunders |
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I Cannot Tell When The Thunders Peal,
How Fiercely The Storm May Rage,
Nor How Dense Are The Shades Of The Night That Steal
O’er The Path Of My Pilgrimage;
But I Know, With My Savior Always Near,
As That Night On The Galilee,
The Tempest Will Cease When His Voice I Hear,
And The Darkest Shadows Flee.
I Cannot See Through The Darkest Clouds
His Image So Wondrous Fair,
And Forget Sometimes, When The Gloom Enshrouds,
The Mansion Awaiting There;
But If On The Wings Of Faith I Soar,
In The Strength Of His Word Alone,
My Soul Can Drink Till I Want No More,
From Fountains Of Love Unknown.
I Cannot Drink One Draught Of Pain
From The Cup Once Drained For Me,
Or Bear The Heat On The Desert Plain,
Nor The Grief Of Gethsemane;
But I Know, If His Cross I Meekly Bear,
If I Labor, And Watch, And Pray,
His Sufferings I A Part May Share
From Thorns In The Narrow Way.
I Cannot See For The Veil Between
The Beautiful Gates Ajar,
The Streets Of Gold, And The Living Green,
On The Banks Of The River There;
But I Know, Somewhere, On That Heavenly Strand,
Is A Mansion, And Robe, And Crown,
Preserved By The Savior’s Loving Hand
Till My Work On Earth Is Done.
