Classic Poem

I

When the storm of the mountains on Galilee fell,
And lifted its waters on high;
And the faithless disciples were bound in the spell
Of mysterious alarm — their terrors to quell,
Jesus whispered, " Fear not, it is I. "

II

The storm could not bury that word in the wave,
For 'twas taught through the tempest to fly;
It shall reach his disciples in every clime,
And his voice shall be near in each troublous time,
Saying, " Be not afraid, it is I. "

III

When the spirit is broken with sickness or sorrow,
And comfort is ready to die;
The darkness shall pass, and in gladness to-morrow
The wounded complete consolation shall borrow
From His life-giving word, " It is I. "

IV

When death is at hand, and the cottage of clay
Is left with a tremulous sigh,
The gracious forerunner is smoothing the way
For its tenant to pass to unchangeable day,
Saying, " Be not afraid, it is I. "

V

When the waters are passed; and the glories unknown
Burst forth on the wondering eye,
The compassionate " Lamb in the midst of the throne "
Shall welcome, encourage, and comfort his own,
And say, " Be not afraid, it is I. "