| Song | Tossed With Rough Winds |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer | |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
| Translator | |
| Tags | Tossed With Rough Winds |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
Tossed With Rough Winds, And Faint With Fear,
Above The Tempest, Soft And Clear,
What Still Small Accents Greet Mine Ear?-
‘Tis I; Be Not Afraid.
‘Tis I, Who Washed Thy Spirit White;
‘Tis I, Who Gave Thy Blind Eyes Sight;
‘Tis I, Thy Lord, Thy Life, Thy Light:
‘Tis I; Be Not Afraid
These Raging Winds, This Surging Sea,
Have Spent Their Deadly Force On Me:
They Bear No Breath Of Wrath To Thee:
‘Tis I; Be Not Afraid.
This Bitter Cup, I Drank It First;
To Thee It Is No Draught Accurst;
The Hand That Gives It Thee Is Pierced:
‘Tis I; Be Not Afraid.
Mine Eyes Are Watching By Thy Bed,
Mine Arms Are Underneath Thy Head,
My Blessing Is Around Thee Shed:
‘Tis I, Be Not Afraid.
When On The Other Side Thy Feet
Shall Rest Mid Thousand Welcomes Sweet,
One Well-Known Voice Thy Heart Shall Greet,
‘Tis I; Be Not Afraid.
