The Hymnal ‎#645

645. 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."

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: When the dark waves round us roll
• Author: Bishop William W. How (1864)
• Publication Date: 1895

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