There is a storm, too strong to brave There is a night much to dark to see the way. To every life there comes a day when every cloud comes closing in, in shades of gray. () There is a peace, I cant explain. There is a balm in Gilead a name above all names. There ia a cross, to which i run and underneath its outstreched arms the work is done. For when I touch Calvary there is a peace. Theres nothing I have ever known that can compare to what I see in Chirst alone. So, when I am overwhelmed take me back to that rock in a weary land. There is a peace I cant explain There is a balm in Gilead a name above all names. There is a cross, to which I run and underneath its outstreched arms the work is done. For when i I touch calvary there is a peace.