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 washed thy spirit white;
'Tis I, who gave thy blind eyes sight;
'Tis I, thy Lord, thy Life, thy Light:
'Tis I; be not afraid

" These raging winds, this surging sea,
Have spent their deadly force on Me;
They bear no breath of wrath to Thee;
'Tis I; be not afraid.

" This bitter cup, I drank it first;
To thee, it is no draught accurst;
The hand that gives it thee is pierced:
'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.

" When on the other side, thy feet
Shall rest 'mid thousand welcomes sweet,
One well-known voice thy heart shall greet:
'Tis I; be not afraid. "

Clothed with all might and majesty,
Gently He'll lay His hand on thee,
Saying, " Beloved, lov'st thou Me?
'Twas not in vain I died for thee;
'Tis I; be not afraid. "