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.