57. Fierce Was the Wild Billow

Fierce was the wild billow;
Dark was the night;
Oars laboured 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 Euroclydon,
Be thou at rest!
Sorrow can never be,—
Darkness must fly,—
Where saith the Light of Light,
—“Peace! It is I!”

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Jesu, 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!”

Text Information
First Line: Fierce was the wild billow
Title: Fierce Was the Wild Billow
Greek Title: ζοϕερας τρικυμιας
Translator: John Mason Neale (1862)
Author: Anatolius (c. 458)
Meter: 6,4,6,4
Language: English
Publication Date: 1866
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