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."
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."