The storm in all its fury
Swept dark Gennesaret;
They cried in vain for succor,
Till Hope�s lone star had set;
Then Christ came on the waters
In answer to their cry,
And spake in tones of comfort,
�Fear not, for it is I.
Fear not, for it is I.�
And life has days of darkness,
When thick the storm-clouds lower.
When waves dash fiercely round thee,
And threaten to devour;
But still thou need�st not falter,
There�s One forever nigh,
Who speaks above the tempest,
�Fear not, for it is I.
Fear not, for it is I.�
He walks the waves beside thee,
No storm can drive Him thence;
He bids the waters bear thee,
His arm is thy defense;
His face shines on the billows,
Let all thy terror fly;
Fear not to trust in Jesus,
He beckons, �It is I,�
He beckons, �It is I.�
