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.???