By the seashore you stood calling to me.
Watching and waiting and caring for me.
'Bove the waves I heard your call and thru the mist your presence seen.

'Tis love that reaches me, 'Tis you my Lord!
'Tis love that reaches me, 'Tis you my Lord!


Come break your fast with me, come take the bread.
Come to the fire by me, come from the cold.
O'er the waves I speed my way, my heart a singing in the spray.

My Lord has come to me, I'll go to Him!
My Lord has come to me, I'll go to Him!


Do you love me He sighed, much more than they?
Will you remember me when I'm away?
Verily thou knowest all, I love thee more than life itself.

Then love my little ones, Feed thou my sheep.
Then love my little ones, Feed thou my sheep.