John Mason Neale (trans.) · 13 of 89

Stichera for a Sunday of the First Tone

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.]