My God Who Rolls The Clouds Away

Psalm 139:7-12

The Message (MSG)

7-12 Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?

    to be out of your sight?

If I climb to the sky, you’re there!

    If I go underground, you’re there!

If I flew on morning’s wings

    to the far western horizon,

You’d find me in a minute—

    you’re already there waiting!

Then I said to myself, “Oh, he even sees me in the dark!

    At night I’m immersed in the light!”

It’s a fact: darkness isn’t dark to you;

    night and day, darkness and light, they’re all the same to you.

My  husband drove me to a far western shore today, the most northwestern town in the lower 48 states; and I found myself recalling the promise of Psalm 139 that I am never out of God's sight.  The fog was thick for much of the drive but the sun came out when we got there.  It is, as the old hymn we sing, just like Jesus to roll the clouds away.

I couldn't find a professional rendering of this hymn on Youtube, but I did find an intrepid church song leader, who may be even better.  It's hard not to love this hymn's chorus.

It's Just Like His Great Love

A Friend I Have Called Jesus
Edna Worrell (1903)
A friend I have called Jesus, Whose love is strong and true,
And never fails howe’er ’tis tried, no matter what I do;
I’ve sinned against this love of His, but when I knelt to pray,
Confessing all my guilt to Him, the sin clouds rolled away.
Refrain
It’s just like Jesus to roll the clouds away,
it’s just like Jesus to keep me day by day,
it’s just like Jesus all along the way,
It’s just like His great love.
Sometimes the clouds of trouble bedim the sky above,
I cannot see my Savior’s face, I doubt His wondrous love;
But He, from heaven’s mercy seat, beholding my despair,
In pity bursts the clouds between, and shows me He is there.
Refrain
When sorrow’s clouds o’ertake me, and break upon my head,
When life seems worse than useless, and I were better dead;
I take my grief to Jesus then, nor do I go in vain,
For heavenly hope He gives that cheers like sunshine after rain.
Refrain
O, I could sing forever of Jesus’ love divine,
Of all His care and tenderness for this poor life of mine;
His love is in and over all, and wind and waves obey,
When Jesus whispers “Peace, be still!” and rolls the clouds away.
Refrain