1 When life's storm is fierce about thee,
And thy hopes are swept away,
Fear thou not, for one is near thee
Who the wildest storm can stay;
For the Lord is in the tempest
And his arm shall give thee aid,
Hear his voice which speaks to cheer thee,
"It is I be not afraid."
It is I, it is I,
It is I be not afraid.

2 When disease shall come upon thee,
And thy days are full of pain,
Still thy Savior is beside thee
And his pow'r can heal again,
Since 'tis He who guards thy pillow,
Let thy heart be undismay'd;
Hear his voice still speak to cheer thee,
"It is I be not afraid."
It is I, it is I,
It is I be not afraid.

3 And although thy way shall lead thee,
Thro' the gloom of death's dark vale,
Still the Lord's right hand shall hold thee
And thy strength shall never fail.
Since He leads thee thro' the valley,
Fear thou not its gloomy shade;
Hear his voice still speak to cheer thee,
"It is I be not afraid."
It is I, it is I,
It is I be not afraid.