Through tempests torn, in trials tried,
Through weary waves where fears abide,
Your hand held fast, firm as a tree,
A steadfast shore to shelter me.

When shadows crept and doubts drew near,
Your voice was calm, your love sincere.
You stayed when storms sought to disband,
You never once let go my hand.

Like hearthlight’s glow on winter’s eve,
Like springtime’s breath when sorrows grieve,
You are the roof above my fears,
The walls that guard my joy, my tears.

If hearts were houses, mine would stand
Upon the grace of your strong hand.
And if my soul had but one key,
It turns for you—you are my peace.

God’s greatest gift, my life’s embrace,
My home, my heart, my sacred place.