1-John_4-18: There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love

Tossed With Rough Winds,
And Faint With Fear.
Above The Tempest, Soft And Clear,
What Still Small Accents Greet Mine Ear?
‘Tis I, Be Not Afraid.

‘Tis I, Who Washed Thy Spirit White
‘Tis I, Who Gave Thy Blind Eves Sight;
‘Tis 1, Thy Lord, Thy Life, Thy Light:
‘Tis I, Be Not Afraid.

These Raging Winds, This Surging Sea,
Have Spent Their Deadly Force On Me;
They Bear No Breath Of Wrath To Thee;
‘Tis I, Be Not Afraid.

This Bitter Cup, I Drank It First;
To Thee It Is No Drought Accurst,
The Hand That Gives It Thee Is Pierced:
‘Tis I, Be Not Afraid.

Mine Eyes Are Watching By Thy Bed,
Mine Arms Are Underneath Thy Head,
My Blessing Is Around…