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It Is I, Be Not Afraid

When the storm was fiercely raging

On the Lake of Galilee,

And their helpless bark was tossing

On the wild, tempestuous sea,

Walking on the raging waters

In a robe of light arrayed,

Jesus came, oh, hear Him calling –

“It is I, be not afraid:”

When the storms of life are raging,

And the night is long and drear,

When our strength is spent with toiling

And our spirit sinks with fear,

Oft again we see Him coming,

Swiftly hast’ning to our aid;

Often still we hear Him calling –

“It is I, be not afraid!”

When the night of death shall lower,

And the Jordan’s surges roll,

When the hour and power of darkness

Overwhelm the sinking soul,

Then above the raging billows,

And night’s deepest, darkest shade,

We shall hear Him calling to us –

“It is I, be not afraid!” - A. B. Simpson

Sourcebook of Poetry, Al Bryant, page 123