When waves of trouble round me swell
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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."
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When black the threatening skies appear,And storms my path invade,Those accents tranquilize each fear,—"'T is I; be not afraid."
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There is a gulf that must be crossed;Saviour, be near to aid!Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed,—"'T is I; be not afraid."
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There is a dark and fearful vale,Death hides within its shade;O say, when flesh and heart shall fail,—"'T is I; be not afraid."