Peace to the storm

The wild billow was fierce,
And the night was dark;
The oars laboured heavily,
And foam sparkled white.

The mariners were trembled,
Danger was near:
Then he said
'Peace! I am here.'

Put down your crest
And be at rest
There can ne'er be sorrow
The darkness must fly

Where is the deliverer?
Come to our rescue!
Whisper the truth of truth
Peace! For he is here