W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.

“Peace! It Is I”

Anonymous

(Falsely ascribed to Anatolius, Patriarch of Constantinople)
Translated by John Mason Neale

FIERCE was the wild billow;

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!”

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!”

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!”