O father, hold me close! the little child
Cries out, as breaks and beats the tempest wild.
He rests secure within his father's arms,
Yet murmurs, startled at the wind's alarms,
O father, hold me close!
O Father, hold me close! I too would cry.
The tempest breaks, the storm is surging by.
I know Thou guard forevermore dost keep,
But now the earth-born gales about me sweep—
O Father, hold me close!
