Gracious Father,
Ills that still grieve me
Soon are to leave me;
though billows tower,
and winds gain power,
After the storm the fair sun shows its face.
Joys e'er increasing
And peace never ceasing:
These shall I treasure
And share in full measure
When in His mansions God grants me a place.
in the name of Jesus. Amen
-Evening and Morning (LSB 726-3)