Toss'd with rough winds, and faint with fear,

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    CGS No.: 
    516

    Verse 1
    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.

    Verse 2
    '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

    Verse 3
    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.

    Verse 4
    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.

    Verse 5
    Mine eyes are watching by thy bed,
    Mine arms are underneath thy head,
    My blessing is around thee shed:
    'Tis I, be not afraid.

    Verse 6
    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.