ζοφεράς τριχυμίας.
Fierce was the wild billow;
Dark was the night;
Oars labored heavily;
Foam glimmered white;
Trembled the mariners;
Peril was high:
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!”
-ST. ANATOLIUS.