WHEN tempest-tossed on life's wild sea,
And fair skies disappear,
Above the storm He calls to thee,
" 'Tis I, be of good cheer !"

Though Satan's darts be fiercely hurled,
Beloved, help is near,
Trust Him who overcame the world,
And be thou of good cheer.

In tribulation's darkest hour,
Yield not to doubt or fear,
But calmly rest in His all-power,
Who saith, "Be of good cheer."

Press on, beloved, in the race,
The goal is very near,
Faint not, thou soon shalt see His face, -
Then, be thou of good cheer !