"FEAR NOT." BY T. AVELING. WHENE'ER the clouds of sorrow roll, Dry up the trembling tear, "Fear not," thy God is near. When dark temptations spread their snares, Then let thy Father's friendly voice Thy fainting spirit cheer, And bid thy trembling heart rejoice; "Fear not," thy God is near. And when the last, last hour shall come That calls thee to thy rest, To dwell within thy heavenly home, Be calm-though Jordan's waves may roll, No ills shall meet thee there; Angels shall whisper to thy soul, "Fear not," thy God is near |