1 We praise Thy Name, O Lord most High,
Redeemer of our souls from death,
And all Thy mercies magnify,
In making known Thy saving faith.

2 Thou didst the humble fisher call,
Beside the shores of Galilee:
At Thy command he gave up all,
And left his nets to follow Thee.

3 O happy choice, for earthly toil
The strife to rescue souls from sin;
For treasures that may rust and spoil,
The crown of heavenly life to win.

4 O favoured one, who, ere he knew
The sharpness of the coming cross,
Of Thy bright beauty caught the view
That turns to gain all earthly loss.

5 Grant, Lord, that hope of seeing Thee
In bliss may us with courage nerve,
The world and all its pomps to flee,
Our cross to bear, and Thee to serve.