When I see the flashing lightning,
And hear the mighty thunder roll;
When mountains shake and tremble,
Then peace flows o'er my soul.
     When the ocean's mighty billows
     Crash upon the shore,
     And the wind, instead of gentle breeze
     Blasts with awesome roar;
Then sings my soul, "Oh joyous peace,
For the power here displayed
Belongs to Him who keeps me,
I shall not be dismayed!"

     One tiny little raindrop,
     One small grain of sand,
     One tiny seed, one delicate bloom,
     One touch of His gentle hand:
A blade of grass, an ant, a lark;
All His, however small,
He knows each tiny insect,
He sees the sparrow fall.
     And though I be unworthy
     And often go astray,
     The God who watches "small things"
     Will guard me night and day!