
Author: William W. How Meter: 7.7.7.7 Appears in 22 hymnals Lyrics: 1. When the dark waves round us roll,
And we look in vain for aid,
Speak, Lord, to the trembling soul,
It is I; be not afraid.
2. When we dimly trace Thy form
In mysterious clouds arrayed,
Be the echo of the storm,
It is I; be not afraid.
3. When our brightest hopes depart,
When our fairest visions fade,
Whisper to the fainting heart,
It is I; be not afraid.
4. When we weep beside the bier
Where some well-loved form is laid,
O may then the mourner hear,
It is I; be not afraid.
5. When with wearing hopeless pain
Sinks the spirit, sore dismayed,
Breathe Thou then the comfort-strain,
It is I; be not afraid.
6. When we feel the end is near,
Passing into death’s dark shade,
May the voice be strong and clear,
It is I; be not afraid. Used With Tune: WOODMAN Text Sources: In the enlarged edition of Morrell and How's Psalms and Hymns, 1864
When the Dark Waves Round Us Roll