When storm of life are raging and I look around me,
I see the crashing billows, and I am afraid.
But when I look at Jesus and cry to Him for mercy,
His outstretched hand reminds me He's the master of the waves.
When He is my joy, my joy is unspeakable.
When He is my strength, I can do all things.
When He is my peace, it passes understanding.
When Jesus is my song, I always have a reason to sing.
Often I am tempted to seek for contentment
In temporary pleasures this world offers today,
But when I look at Jesus, again I am reminded,
The peace and joy He gives me, they will never pass away.
When He is my joy, my joy is unspeakable.
When He is my strength, I can do all things.
When He is my peace, it passes understanding.
When Jesus is my song, I always have a reason to sing.
I see the crashing billows, and I am afraid.
But when I look at Jesus and cry to Him for mercy,
His outstretched hand reminds me He's the master of the waves.
When He is my joy, my joy is unspeakable.
When He is my strength, I can do all things.
When He is my peace, it passes understanding.
When Jesus is my song, I always have a reason to sing.
Often I am tempted to seek for contentment
In temporary pleasures this world offers today,
But when I look at Jesus, again I am reminded,
The peace and joy He gives me, they will never pass away.
When He is my joy, my joy is unspeakable.
When He is my strength, I can do all things.
When He is my peace, it passes understanding.
When Jesus is my song, I always have a reason to sing.
― Niki Lott