The Loving Voice

by Frances J. Crosby

Long I tried to bear the burden,
In the toil and heat of day,
'Till my spirit sank within me,
And my feeble strength gave way;
Then like music, heavenly music,
Breathing comfort on my ear,
Came a loving voice that whispered,
I am with thee, do not fear.

On the margin of a river,
Where the stormy billows roll,
How I trembled when I felt them
Breaking wildly o'er my soul;
I was passing through the waters,
But my Father still was near,
And he said amid the darkness,
I am with thee, do not fear.

Soon my feet will tread the valley
Onward to the stream of death;
I shall hear its waters moving,
I shall feel their chilly breath;
But my footsteps will not falter,
For my Saviour watching near,
In a loving voice will whisper,
I am with thee, do not fear.