Hymn 312
Toss'd with rough winds, and faint with fear
N’ irumi at’ ìji aiye
- Toss'd with rough winds, and faint with fear,
Above the tempest, soft and clear,
What still small accents greet mine ear? ---
'Tis I; be not afraid. - 'Tis I, who washed thy spirit white;
'Tis I, who gave thy blind eyes sight;
'Tis I, thy Lord, thy life, thy light:
'Tis I; be not afraid - These raging winds, this surging sea,
Have spent their deadly force on Me:
They bear no breath of wrath to thee:
'Tis I; be not afraid. - This bitter cup, I drank it first;
To thee it is no draught accurst;
The hand that gives it thee is pierced:
'Tis I; be not afraid. - Mine eyes are watching by thy bed,
Mine arms are underneath thy head,
My blessing is around thee shed:
'Tis I, be not afraid. - When on the other side thy feet
Shall rest mid thousand welcomes sweet,
One well-known Voice thy heart shall greet,
'Tis I; be not afraid. Amin.