He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, Peace! Be still! Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.@Mark 4:38–39
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Alfred R. Allen (1876–1918)

At­trib­ut­ed to An­a­tol­iu­s, 7th Cen­tu­ry (Ζοφεράς τρικυμίας). Trans­lat­ed from Greek to Eng­lish by John M. Neale, Hymns of the East­ern Church, 1862.

St. He­le­na (Al­len) Al­fred R. Al­len, 1911 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John M. Neale (1818–1866)

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.

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.

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.