1 With many a swift and crashing stroke
From clouds, the frigates of the sky,
Huge solemn-sailing clouds, there broke
Victorious bursts of energy.
2 The lance-like rain, the darting hail,
These rushed and ceased, while round about
The sulfurous lightnings, red or pale,
Gleamed and led on the rolling shout.
3 I saw the glorious battle-show,
The Lord came down, and for us fought;
Blights and diseases were the foe;
Great was the victory He wrought.
4 Now breathes a tranquil, buoyant air;
Nature oppressed is calm and free;
O storm, thy sounds of terror were
The signals of thy victory.
5 One general pleasure of release
Pervades today the earth and sky;
Bright quiet clouds, like ships of peace,
The airy ocean beautify.
6 While anchored on the horizon far,
Dark, battle-broken clouds attest
The sharpness of that heavenly war
By which they purchased us our rest.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13491
Lynch, Thomas Toke, was born at Dunmow, Essex, July 5, 1818, and educated at a school at Islington, in which he was afterwards an usher. For a few months he was a student at the Highbury Independent College; but withdrew, partly on account of failing health, and partly because his spirit was too free to submit to the routine of College life. From 1847 to 1849 he was Minister of a small charge at Highgate, and from 1849 to 1852 of a congregation in Mortimer Street, which subsequently migrated to Grafton Street, Fitzroy Square. From 1856 to 1859 he was laid aside by illness. In 1860 he resumed his ministry with his old congregation, in a room in Gower Street, where he remained until the opening of his new place of worship, in 1862, (Morningto… Go to person page >
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