Classic Poem

Fierce was the wild billow, 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.”

Ridge of the mountain wave, Lower thy crest!
Wall of Euroclydon, Be thou at rest!
Sorrow can never be, Darkness must fly,
Where saith the Light of light, “Peace! it is I.”

Jesus, Deliverer, Come thou to me;
Soothe my voyaging Over life's sea:
Thou, when the storm of death Roars, sweeping by,
Whisper, O Truth of Truth, “Peace! it is I.”