It Is I, Be Not Afraid (Baltzell)

When the storm in its fu­ry

On Ga­li­lee fell

And lift­ed its wa­ters on high

And the faith­less dis­ci­ples

Were bound in the spell

Jesus whis­pered

Fear not

it is I.

It is I

it is I;

Fear not

trem­bling one

It is I.

In the midst of the storm

In the midst of the gloom

Fear not

trem­bling one

It is I.

The storm could not bu­ry

That word in the wave

’Twas taught thro’ the tem­pest to fly;

It shall reach His dis­ci­ples

In ev­ery clime

Saying

Be not afraid

it is I.

When the spir­it is brok­en

With sor­row and care

And com­fort is rea­dy to die

Then the dark­ness shall pass

And the sun­shine ap­pear

By the life giv­ing word

It is I.

When death is at hand

And the cot­tage of clay

Is left with a tre­mu­lous sigh

The gra­cious Re­deem­er

Will light all the way

With the soul cheer­ing word

It is I.

When the riv­er is passed

And the glo­ries un­known

Burst forth on the won­der­ing eye

He will wel­come

en­cour­age

And com­fort His own

Saying

Be not afraid

it is I.