Come Through the Gloom of Clouded Skies

"Come through the gloom of clouded skies,
The slow dim rain and fog athwart;
Through east winds keen, and wrong and lies
Come and make strong my hopeless heart.

"Come through the sickness and the pain,
The sore unrest that tosses still;
The aching dark that hides the gain
Come and arouse my fainting will.

"Through all the fears that spirits bow
Of what hath been, or may befall,
Come down and talk with me, for Thou
Canst tell me all about them all.

"Come, Lord of life; here is Thy seat,
Heart of all joy, below, above!
One minute let me kiss Thy feet,
And name the names of those I love!"

Poem by George MacDonald as found in his biography by Michael Phillips