967. L. M. Sir J. E. Smith. |It is I, be not afraid.|

1 When Power Divine, in mortal form,
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents Jesus said,
|Lo, it is I! -- be not afraid.|

2 So, when in silence nature sleeps,
And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
One thought, shall every pang remove --
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.

3 Blessed be the voice that breathes from heaven, To every heart in sunder riven,
When love, and joy, and hope are fled,
|Lo it is I! -- be not afraid.|