1. 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.”
2. 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.”
3. 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.”
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5. Jesus, 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.