Scripture Verse

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


Alfred R. Allen (1876–1918)

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

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

Alternate Tunes:

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.