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

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


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.