6,4,6,4 Anatolius, 458 zopheras trikumias. Fierce was the wild billow; Dark was the night; Oars laboured 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 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!" [The above hymn has been set by my friend Mr. Helmore; also in H. E. C., of which it forms No.1: also by Miss Kerr. The last melody is, to my mind, especially beautiful.] |