Vainly I wandered when my thoughts Were filled with sin and worldly taint; I did not find Thee in the wind, Or in the cyclone's roaring plaint; But when a sorrow drenched my heart, I turned from worldliness, and knew That all my treasure made of clay But hid Thy goodness from my view. I did not find Thee in the storm, Or in the thunder's roar of fright; I found Thee when earth's hope was gone.
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