When the storm in its fu­ry
On Ga­li­lee fell,
And lift­ed its wa­ters on high,
And the faith­less dis­ci­ples
Were bound in the spell,
Jesus whis­pered, Fear not, it is I.

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It is I, it is I;
Fear not, trem­bling one, It is I.
In the midst of the storm,
In the midst of the gloom,
Fear not, trem­bling one, It is I.

The storm could not bu­ry
That word in the wave,
’Twas taught thro’ the tem­pest to fly;
It shall reach His dis­ci­ples
In ev­ery clime,
Saying, Be not afraid, it is I.

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When the spir­it is brok­en
With sor­row and care,
And com­fort is rea­dy to die,
Then the dark­ness shall pass,
And the sun­shine ap­pear,
By the life giv­ing word, It is I.

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When death is at hand,
And the cot­tage of clay
Is left with a tre­mu­lous sigh,
The gra­cious Re­deem­er
Will light all the way,
With the soul cheer­ing word, It is I.

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When the ri­ver is passed,
And the glo­ries un­known
Burst forth on the won­der­ing eye,
He will wel­come, en­cour­age,
And com­fort His own,
Saying, Be not afraid, it is I.

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