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"THE HARVEST OF THE SEA"
(MANX FISHERMAN'S HYMN)

Hear us, 0 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, dost rule the raging of the sea
When loud the storm and furious is the gale,
Strong is Thine arm, our little barques 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.

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

Amen

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