Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Hymns of the Eastern Church (1862). I. “Fierce was the wild billow”John Mason Neale (1818–1866)
(From “S. Anatolius”)
F
Dark was the night;
Oars labour’d heavily;
Foam glimmer’d white;
Trembled the mariners;
Peril was nigh;
Then said the God of God,
—“Peace! It is I!”
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!”
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!”