1 When waves of trouble round me swell,
My soul is not dismayed;
I hear a voice I know full well,
" 'Tis I; be not afraid."

2 When black the threatening skies appear,
And storms my path invade,
Those accents tranquilize each fear,
" 'Tis I; be not afraid."

3 There is a gulf that must be crossed;
Saviour, be near to aid!
Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed,
" 'Tis I; be not afraid."

4 There is a dark and fearful vale,
Death hides within its shade;
O say, when flesh and heart shall fail,
" 'Tis I; be not afraid."