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.” + 