"Fierce was the wild billow; dark was the night; Oars labour’d heavily; foam glimmer’d 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! Peril can none be,—sorrow must fly,— Where saith the Light of Light, “Peace! it is I!”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!”"