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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.”
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.
God calms the tumult and the storm;
He rules the seraph and the worm:
No creature is by him forgot
Of those who know, or know him not.
And when the last dread hour shall come,
While shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall wake the pious dead,
“Lo, it is I; be not afraid.”
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 14:27;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1851 | # 575 |
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