“Fear thou not, for I am with thee.”
Oh! what words of comfort, peace.
Trusting in the loving Father,
Doubts and fears and terrors cease.
Wild the storms may beat around thee,
Angry billows loud may roar,
But the eye on Jesus gazing
Far beyond them all can soar.
Grief may fill thy heaving bosom,
Crush thee down with weight of woe;
Yet He’ll carry all the burden,
If thou wilt to Jesus go.
Whatsoe’er may be thy portion—
Dark or bright thine earthly lot—
Trust, in child-like faith, thy Saviour,
He is with thee, “Fear thou not.”