You Saints of Yah, don’t ever fear,
The storm clouds overhead,
He took the punch right out of them,
And makes them bless instead.
We must not quake and tremble
As if He lost his power,
He calms the wind in thunder-storms,
And sends a nice warm shower.
He didn’t bear the cross for naught,
He died to set us free;
So don’t accept fear’s bondage,
Just shout the victory.
Mildred Eslick Garner