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...THE MAIZE by WILLIAM WHITEMAN FOSDICK A DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT by JOHN PIERPONT THE KNIGHTS: DEMOS REJUVENATED by ARISTOPHANES LEANDER DROWNED by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE HERITAGE FOREGONE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |