| Song | The Winds Were Howling Over |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | The Winds Were Howling Over |
| Theme(s) | Life And Ministry |
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The Winds Were Howling Over The Deep;
Each Wave A Watery Hill;
The Saviour Wakened From His Sleep;
He Spake, And All Was Still.
The Madman In A Tomb Had Made
His Mansion Of Despair;
Woe To The Traveller Who Strayed,
With Heedless Footsteps, There.
He Met That Glance So Thrilling Sweet,
He Heard Those Accents Mild;
And, Melting At Messiah’s Feet,
Wept Like A Weaned Child.
O, Madder Than The Raving Man!
O, Deafer Than The Sea!
How Long The Time Since Christ Began
To Call In Vain To Me!
Yet Could I Hear Him Once Again,
As I Have Heard Of Old,
Methinks He Should Not Call In Vain
His Wanderer To The Fold.
