Within the gloom of this dark day,
When nature gropes and finds no way,
That “still small voice” to faith does say,
“’Tis I; be not afraid.”
When billows round our bark appear
And tempest’s angry voice we hear,
Above it all sounds rich and clear,
“’Tis I; be not afraid.”
When troubles gather fierce and strong
And weary ones for respite long,
This fills the heart with joyful song,
“’Tis I; be not afraid.”
When sorrows and afflictions stand
Around the saint on every hand,
By this, the spark of faith is fanned,
“’Tis I; be not afraid.”
In pain and sickness, or in health,
In greatest poverty or wealth,
The power of this sweet word is felt,
“’Tis I; be not afraid.”
In every circumstance we trace
Thy wisdom, power and boundless grace,
Which whisper, in this desert place,
“’Tis I; be not afraid.”
Oh! blessed Lord, we cease to fear;
Our troubles bring Thee still more near,
Where Thy blest voice does sound more clear,
“’Tis I; be not afraid.”
G. W. Frazer (1883)