57 STICHERA FOR A SUNDAY OF THE FIRST TONE.
6,4,6,4
Anatolius, ~458
ζοϕερας τρικυμιας.
| Fierce was the wild billow; Dark was the night; Oars laboured 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 Euroclydon, Be thou at rest! Sorrow can never be,— Darkness must fly,— Where saith the Light of Light, —“Peace! It is I!” | | 58 Jesu, 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!” | |
[The above hymn has been set by my friend Mr. Helmore; also in H. E. C., of which it forms No. 1: also by Miss Kerr. The last melody is, to my mind, especially beautiful.]