The Galilean Fishers Toil

The Ga­li­lean fish­ers toil

All night

and no­thing take;

But Je­sus comes–a won­drous spoil

Is lift­ed from the lake.

Lord

when our la­bors are in vain

And vain the help of men

When fruit­less is our care and pain

Come bless­èd Je­su

then!

The night is dark

the surg­es fill

The bark

the wild winds roar;

But Je­sus comes

and all is still—

The ship is at the shore.

O Lord

when storms around us howl

And all is dark and drear

In all the tem­pests of the soul

O bless­èd Je­su

hear!

A frail one

thrice de­ny­ing Thee

Saw mer­cy in Thine eyes;

The pe­ni­tent up­on the tree

Was borne to para­dise.

In hours of sin and deep dis­tress

O show us

Lord

Thy face;

In pe­ni­ten­tial lone­li­ness

O give us

Je­su

grace!

The faith­ful few re­tire in fear

Unto the up­per room;

But suddenly

with joyful cheer

They see their Mas­ter come.

Lord

come to us

unloose our bands

And bid our terrors cease

Lift over us Thy bless­èd hands

Speak

holy Je­su

peace.

In days when faith will scarce be found

And wolves be in the fold

When sin and sor­row will abound

And char­ity wax cold

Then hear Thy saints

who to Thee pray

To bring them to their home;

Hear

when the Bride and Spir­it say

Come

bless­èd Je­su

come!