Scripture Verse

Master, we have toiled all the night, and have taken nothing. Luke 5:5


The Miraculous Draught of Fishes

Words: Will­iam H. Gill (1839–1923). Vers­es 1–4 ap­peared in the Manx Song Book, 1896. Gill wrote vers­es 5–6 for the 1904 Me­tho­dist Hym­nal.

Music: Peel Cas­tle adapt­ed by Will­iam Gill from a Manx fish­er­men’s ev­en­ing hymn (🔊 pdf nwc).

William H. Gill


Hear us, O Lord, from Heaven Thy dwelling place:
Like them of old, in vain we toil all night,
Unless with us Thou go, who art the Light,
Come then, O Lord, that we may see Thy face.

Thou, Lord, doest rule the raging of the sea,
When loud the storm and furious is the gale:
Strong is Thine arm; our little barks are frail:
Send us Thy help; remember Galilee.

Our wives and children we commend to Thee:
For them we plough the land and plough the deep;
For them by day the golden corn we reap,
By night the silver harvest of the sea.

We thank Thee, Lord, for sunshine, dew and rain,
Broadcast from heaven by Thine almighty hand—
Source of all life, unnumbered as the sand—
Bird, beast, and fish, herb, fruit and golden grain.

O Bread of Life, Thou in Thy Word hast said,
Who feeds in faith on Me shall never die!
In mercy hear Thy hungry children’s cry—
Father, give us this day our daily bread!

Sow in our hearts the seeds of Thy dear love,
That we may reap contentment, joy, and peace;
And when at last our earthly labors cease,
Grant us to join Thy harvest home above.