THE FISHING-BOAT.
GOING OUT.
Briskly blows the evening gale,
Fresh and free it blows;
Blessings on the fishing-boat,
How merrily she goes!
Christ he loved the fishermen;
Walking by the sea,
How he blessed the fishing-boats
Down in Galilee!
Dark the night, and wild the wave,
Christ the boat is keeping;
Trust in him, and have no fear,
Though he seemeth sleeping.
COMING IN.
Briskly blows the morning breeze,
Fresh and strong it blows;
Blessings on the fishing-boat,
How steadily she goes!
Christ he loved the fishermen;
And he blessed the net
Which the hopeless fishers threw
In Genesaret.
He has blessed our going out,
Blessed too our returning;
Given us laden nets at night,
And fair wind in the morning.
