107. Consolation
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{182}
"It is I; be not afraid." |
WHEN I sink down in gloom or fear, |
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Hope blighted or delay'd, |
| Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer, |
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"'Tis I; be not afraid!" |
Or, startled at some sudden blow,
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| If fretful thoughts I feel, |
| "Fear not, it is but I!" shall flow, |
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As balm my wound to heal. |
Nor will I quit Thy way, though foes |
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Some onward pass defend; |
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From each rough voice the watchword goes,
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"Be not afraid! ... a friend!" {183}
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And oh! when judgment's trumpet clear
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Awakes me from the grave,
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Still in its echo may I hear,
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"'Tis Christ; He comes to save."
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At Sea.
June 23, 1833.
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