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 107. Consolation  "It is I; be not afraid."  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."

   At Sea .  June 23, 1833.