Religion
Stichera for a Sunday of the First Tone
Translated by J. M. Neale (1862) · From Hymns of the Eastern Church (1862; 5th ed. 1884)
Fierce was the wild billow;
Dark was the night;
Oars labour’d heavily;
Foam glimmer’d white;
Trembled the mariners;
Peril was nigh;
Then said the God of God,
—"Peace! It is I!"
Ridge of the mountain-way;
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!
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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Constantinople, St. Anatolius of. “Stichera for a Sunday of the First Tone.” Translated by J. M. Neale. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anatolius/0/.
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Constantinople, St. Anatolius of. “Stichera for a Sunday of the First Tone.” Translated by J. M. Neale. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anatolius/0/.
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