Hymn: 'Tis I! Be Not Afraid!
Author: Elizabeth R. Charles (1828-1896)
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.”
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.
‘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 not to drink;
I know it well—oh! do not shrink;
I tasted it o’er Kedron’s brink.
‘Tis I; be not afraid.
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.“
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 thousands welcomes sweet,
One well known voice thy heart shall greet.
“‘Tis I; be not afraid.”
Shall rest ‘mid thousands welcomes sweet,
One well known voice thy heart shall greet.
“‘Tis I; be not afraid.”
From out the dazzling majesty
Gently He’ll lay His hands on thee,
Whispering: “Beloved, lov’st thou Me?
It was not in vain I died for thee,
‘Tis I; be not afraid.”
Gently He’ll lay His hands on thee,
Whispering: “Beloved, lov’st thou Me?
It was not in vain I died for thee,
‘Tis I; be not afraid.”
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