"Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me. I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest--I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm."
"When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within in the veil.