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, 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."