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Text: | When waves of trouble round me swell |
Author: | Anon. |
1 When waves of trouble round me swell,
My soul is not dismayed;
I hear a voice I know full well,--
'Tis I; be not afraid.
2 When black the threatening skies appear,
And storms my path invade,
Those accents tranquilize each fear,--
'Tis I; be not afraid.
3 There is a gulf that must be crossed:
Saviour, be near to aid!
Whisper, when my frail bark is tossed,
'Tis I; be not afraid.
4 There is a dark and fearful vale;
Death hides within its shade;
Then say, when heart and flesh shall fail,
'Til I; be not afraid.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | When waves of trouble round me swell |
Author: | Anon. |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Humility and Watchfulness; 'Tis I; Be not Afraid |