WHEN THE DARK WAVES ROUND US ROLL

When the dark waves round us roll

1.

When the dark waves round us roll,

And we look in vain for aid,

Speak, Lord, to the trembling soul,

“It is I; be not afraid.”

2.

When we dimly trace Thy form

In mysterious clouds arrayed,

Be the echo of the storm,

“It is I; be not afraid.”

3.

When our brightest hopes depart,

When our fairest visions fade,

Whisper to the fainting heart,

“It is I; be not afraid.”

4.

When we weep beside the bier

Where some well-loved form is laid,

O may then the mourner hear,

“It is I; be not afraid.”

5.

When with wearing hopeless pain

Sinks the spirit, sore dismayed,

Breathe Thou then the comfort-strain,

“It is I; be not afraid.”

6.

When we feel the end is near,

Passing into death’s dark shade,

May the voice be strong and clear,

“It is I; be not afraid.”