Fierce was the wild billow

1 Fierce was the wild billow,
Dark was the night;
Oars labored heavily,
Foam glimmered white;
Trembled the mariners,
Peril was nigh:
Then said the God of God,
“Peace! it is I.”

2 Ridge of the mountain-wave,
Lower thy crest!
Wail of Euroclydon,
Be thou at rest!
Sorrow can never be,
Darkness must fly,
Where saith the Light of Light,
“Peace! it is I.”

3 Jesus, Deliverer,
Come thou to me;
Soothe thou my voyaging
Over life’s sea:
Thou, when the storm of death
Roars, sweeping by,
Whisper, O Truth of Truth,
“Peace! it is I.”

Amen.

Greek Title: ζοϕερας τρικυμιας
Author: St. Anatolius. of Constantinople
Translator: John Mason Neale (1862)

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