When upon the Raging Waters

When up­on the rag­ing wa­ters

In the dark and stor­my night

The dis­ci­ples hard were toil­ing

Weary with the los­ing fight;

When their hearts were filled with ter­ror

And their fears would not be laid

Then the voice of Je­sus cheered them:

It is I

be not afraid!

When the storms of life as­sail us

Billows rise on ev­ery hand

When the wind’s dis­cord­ant shriek­ing

Echoes far o’er sea and land;

When the ene­mies have ga­thered

And their worst at­tacks have made;

Then our Sav­ior’s voice sus­tains us:

It is I

be not afraid!

When we seem to walk in dark­ness

Threatened by the pow­ers of hell

When we think no ray of mer­cy

Can the hea­vy gloom dis­pel;

When the fear­ful hand of sor­row

Like a pall on us is laid

Jesus’ voice sounds thro’ the dark­ness:

It is I

be not afraid!

Ah

what we re­gard as dan­ger

Often is but fan­cy wrought

And our fool­ish dread of dark­ness

Specters sees where there is naught;

We for­get our Sav­ior’s pro­mise

Which so so­lemn­ly He made

When He bids us cease our wor­ry:

It is I

be not afraid!

When at last our path­way brings us

To the vale that leads to death

When the dark­ness soon en­folds us

And we feeb­ly gasp for breath

Yet our hearts their trust will strength­en

As we en­ter in death’s shade

For our Sav­ior’s voice will cheer us:

It is I

be not afraid!