WHEN I sink down in gloom or fear, Hope blighted or delay'd, Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer, "'Tis I; be not afraid!" Or, startled at some sudden blow, If fretful thoughts I feel, "Fear not, it is but I!" shall flow, As balm my wound to heal. Nor will I quit Thy way, though foes Some onward pass defend; From each rough voice the watchword goes, "Be not afraid!... a friend!" And oh! when judgment's trumpet clear Awakes me from the grave, Still in its echo may I hear, "'Tis Christ; He comes to save." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA by GEORGE BERKELEY FRIENDSHIP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1) by ANYTE THE COLLEGE, 1917 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG PSALM 137. THE JEWISH CAPTIVE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |