Though all the night long they had laboured in vain,
Their vessels were filled with the glittering spoil,
And slowly, deep-laden, they moved o’er the main.
’Twas the presence of Christ that a miracle wrought,
The richly filled net was cast forth at His word,
And the draught far surpassing their hopes or their thought,
Was the least of the blessings bestowed by the Lord.
Be with us, O Lord! when we launch forth alone,
Be with us when toiling our bread to obtain,
Though Thy presence no more be by miracles known,