The Fishermen from Galilee,
Wouldst Thou not speed the hours away,
Recalling life upon their sea?
And sure their hearts would burn and thrill,
Remembering, Thy ‘Peace be still!’
“The Crystal Sea could ne’er replace
The old Earth Sea, so wild and gray—
The strain, the struggle, and the race
For daily bread, from day to day.
O Christ! we fishermen implore,