Hymn 431
Toss'd with rough winds, and faint with fear
- Toss'd 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 drought 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.
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