When the storm was fiercely raging
On the Lake of Galilee,
And their helpless bark was tossing
On the wild, tempestuous seas,
Walking on the raging waters
In a robe of light arrayed,
Jesus came, oh, hear Him calling-
It is I, be not afraid!"
When the storms of life are raging,
And the night is long and drear,
When our strength is spent with toiling,
And our spirit sinks with fear,
Oft again we see Him coming,
Swiftly hastening to our aid;
Often still we hear Him calling -
"It is I, be not afraid!"
When the night of death shall lower,
And the Jordan's surges roll,
When the hour and power of darkness
Overwhelm the sinking soul,
Then above the raging billows,
And might's deepest, darkest shade,
We shall hear Him calling to us -
"It is I, be not afraid!"
