1 “’Tis I; be not afraid,”—
Tho' dark the day,
Strength, when in duty laid,
Drives fear away;
Safe by the Lord I stand,
Holding His almighty hand.
Hear His divine command—
Hear, and obey.
2 Into this heart of mine,
Where Thou dost see,
Put Thou a strength divine,
To grow like Thee;
A gentle voice on high
Always answers when I cry,
“No loving soul shall die,
Weak though it be.”
3 Rise, then, O fainting soul,
With glad surprise;
Let endless praises roll
Up to the skies;
All fear of death is past;
Safe in Jesus’ love at last,
Weakness aside is cast,
Strength He supplies.