When gathering clouds around I view
Whene'er the angry passions rise
When 1 can read my title clear
When I survey the wondrous cross
When Jesus left his heavenly throne.
When, Lord, to this our western land
When, rising from the bed of death
When, streaming from the eastern skies
When those we love are snatch'd away.
When thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming
When we are raised from deep distress.
While angels thus, O Lord, rejoice
While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night.
While thee I seek, protecting Power
With joy shall I behold the day
Witness, ye men and angels; now.
Who are these in bright array
Who is this that comes from Edom..
Why mournest thou, my anxious soul
Ye faithful souls who Jesus know
Ye fields of light, celestial plains
Ye humble souls, approach your God
Youth, when devoted to the Lord
