1 Fierce was the billow wild,
Dark was the night;
Oars laboured heavily,
Foam glimmered white;
Trembled the mariners,
Peril was nigh:
Then saith the Son 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 world's great
Light, Peace! It is I.
3. Jesus, Deliverer, Near to us be;
Soothe thou our voyaging
Over life's sea:
Then, when the storm of death
Roars, sweeping by,
Say thou, O Lord of Life,
Peace! It is I.