It Is I (Crafts)

The storm in all its fu­ry

Swept dark Gen­ne­sa­ret;

They cried in vain for suc­cor

Till hope’s lone star had set;

Then Christ came on the wa­ters

In an­swer to their cry

And spake in tones of com­fort

Fear not

for it is I.

Fear not

for it is I.

And life has days of dark­ness

When thick the storm-clouds low­er.

When waves dash fierc­ely round thee

And threat­en to de­vour;

But still thou need’st not fal­ter

There’s One for­ev­er nigh

Who speaks above the tem­pest

Fear not

for it is I.

Fear not

for it is I.

He walks the waves be­side thee

No storm can drive Him thence;

He bids the wa­ters bear thee

His arm is thy de­fense;

His face shines on the bil­lows

Let all thy ter­ror fly;

Fear not to trust in Je­sus

He beck­ons

It is I

He beck­ons

It is I.