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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.”
When we dimly trace Thy form
In mysterious clouds arrayed,
Be the echo of the storm,
“It is I; be not afraid.”
When our brightest hopes depart,
When our fairest visions fade,
Whisper to the fainting heart,
“It is I; be not afraid.”
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.”
When with wearing hopeless pain
Sinks the spirit, sore dismayed,
Breathe Thou then the comfort-strain,
“It is I; be not afraid.”
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.”
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1864
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Bible Refs:
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Mk 6:50;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1908 | # 663 | | 1917 | # 729 | | 1885 | # 590 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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WOODMAN
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1895
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