Fishers Of Men
Long,
long
ago,
He
said,
He
who
could
wake
the
dead
And
walk
upon
the
sea-
"Come,
follow
Me.
Leave
your
brown
nets
and
bring
Only
your
hearts
to
sing,
Only
your
souls
to
pray,
Rise,
come
away.
Shake
out
your
spirit-sails,
And
brave
those
wilder
gales,
And
I
will
make
you
then
Fishers
of
men."
Was
this,
then,
what
He
meant?
Was
this
His
high
intent,
After
two
thousand
years
Of
blood
and
tears?
God
help
us,
if
we
fight
For
right
and
not
for
might.
God
help
us
if
we
seek
To
shield
the
weak.
Then,
though
His
heaven
be
far
From
this
blind
welter
of
war,
He'll
bless
us,
on
the
sea
From
Calvary.
