Howling winds blow high and cold ;
Fast the shrouding darkness thickens ;
Safe to house his shivering fold
Now his step the shepherd quickens.
Haste to aid him, wife and child !
Lest, before the work be ended,
Sky and shore and ocean wild
In one midnight deep be blended !
All are sheltered ; thanking God,
Round their scanty fire they gather,
Calm they sit, as if abroad
Shone the softest, sunniest weather.
Not a glance of fear they cast
At the hissing waters round them,
Though the billow and the blast
Rise as if no fetter bound them.
Trusting in their Father's care,
Who will leave not nor forsake them,