Montgomery has made this metrical rendering of these verses: They that toil upon the deep, And in vessels light and frail O'er the mighty waters sweep With the billows and the gale, Mark what wonders God performs When He speaks, and, unconfined, Rush to battle all His storms In the chariots of the wind. The hymn is not in the collections, and has no tune. Addison paraphrased the succeeding verses of the Psalm in his hymn, "How are thy servants blessed O Lord," sung to Hugh Wilson's[35] tune of "Avon": When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know Thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to Thy will; The sea that roars at Thy command, At Thy command is still. [Footnote 35: Hugh Wilson was a Scotch weaver of Kilmarnock, born 1764; died 1824.] "FIERCE WAS THE WILD BILLOW." ([Greek: Zopheras trikumias]) The ancient writer, Anatolius, who composed this hymn has for centuries been confounded with "St" Anatolius, patriarch of Constantinople, who died A.D. 458. The author of the hymn lived in the seventh century, and except that he wrote several hymns, and also poems in praise of the martyrs, nothing or next to nothing, is known of him. The "Wild Billow" song was the principle seaman's hymn of the early church. It is being introduced into modern psalmody, the translation in use ranking among the most successful of Dr. John Mason Neale's renderings from the Greek. Fierce was the wild billow, 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! Wall of Euroclydon, Be thou at rest! Sorrow can never be, Darkness must fly, When saith the Light of Light, "Peace! It is I!" _THE TUNE._ The desire to represent the antiquity of the hymn and the musical style of Its age, and on the other hand the wish to utilize it in the tune-manuals for Manners' Homes and Seamen's Bethels, makes a difficulty for composers to study--and the task is still open to competition. Considering the peculiar tone that sailors' singing instinctively takes--and has taken doubtless from time immemorial perhaps the plaintive melody of "Neale," by J.H. Cornell, comes as near to a vocal success as could be hoped. The music is of middle register and less than octave range, natural scale, minor, and the triple time lightens a little the dirge-like harmony while the weird sea-song effect is kept. A chorus of singing tars must create uncommon emotion, chanting this coronach of the storm.