Tossed with rough winds, and faint with fear,
Above the tempest, soft and clear,
What still small accents greet mine ear'?
'Tis I; be not afraid.
'Tis I who led thy steps aright;
'Tis I, who gave thy blind eyes sight;
'Tis I, thy Lord, thy Life, thy Light.
'Tis I; be not afraid.
"This bitter cup fear riot to drink;
I know it well -- oh! do not shrink;
I tasted it o'er Kedron's brink.
'Tis I; be not afraid.
"Mine eyes are watching by thy bed,
Mine arms are underneath thy head,
My blessing is around thee shed.
'Tis I; be not afraid.
"From out the dazzling majesty,
Gently He'll lay His hands on thee,
Whispering: "Beloved, lov'st thou me?
'Twas not in vain 1 died for thee,
'Tis I; be not afraid.”
Anon. prior 1865.
