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STICHERA FOR A SUNDAY OF THE FIRST TONE.
6,4,6,4
Anatolius, ~458
ζοϕερας τρικυμιας.
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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!”
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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!”
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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!”
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[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.]
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