Fierce Was The Wild Billow

Fierce was the billow wild, 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."

Ridge of the mountain wave, lower thy crest;

Wail of the tempest wind, be thou at rest.

Sorrow can never be, darkness must fly,

Where saith the Light of light, "Peace: it is I."

Jesus, Deliverer, near to us be;

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."