When God spoke unto Noah, and told him to build the ark,
The Lord knew well the vessel would cheerless be and dark,
So God said, Build a window, with outlook toward the sky,
That when it's dark and lonesome, you'll see Me standing by.

Chours:
The storms will come, but fear not, oh, children, I am nigh,
And through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.

It may be that affliction will rack and rend your frame,
Until your mortal body is seared with fevered flame;
But do not be discouraged, just lift your tear-dimmed eye,
And through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.

Chours:
The storms will come, but fear not, oh, children, I am nigh,
And through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.

Perhaps you'll suffer losses, like houses, lands, and gold,
And you will feel you're homeless, and penniless, and old;
But sweetest peace and comfort will lift your painful sigh,
When through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.

Chours:
The storms will come, but fear not, oh, children, I am nigh,
And through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.

It may be that bereavement will take a loved one dear,
A soul that brought you gladness, real happiness and cheer;
But it will cheer your sad heart, when loved ones from you fly,
When through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.

Chours:
The storms will come, but fear not, oh, children, I am nigh,
And through the upper window, you'll see Me standing by.