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C.M.

1
Who walks the waves in wondrous guise
By nature’s laws unstayed?
“’Tis I,” a well-known voice replies;
“’Tis I, be not afraid.”

2
Thus, when the storm of life is high,
Come, Saviour to my aid;
Come, when no other help is nigh,
And say, “Be not afraid.”

3
Speak, and my griefs no more are heard;
Speak, and my fears are laid;
Speak, and my soul shall bless the word,
“’Tis I, be not afraid.”

4
When on the bed of death I lie,
And stretch my hands for aid,
Stand Thou before my closing eye,
And say, “Be not afraid.”

5
Before Thy judgment-seat above,
When nature sinks dismayed,
O cheer me with Thy word of love!
“’Tis I, be not afraid.”