And I’ll show you a fisher of men

Then we’ll walk on the sand of that heaven land

In a day that will not know an end

Then we’ll turn to the sea and there he will be

Our Saviour, our Jesus, our Friend

By his hands he will lead, those poor hands that did bleed.

To give us a world without end

On our knees we will fall and answer the call

Of our Saviour, our Jesus, our friend

We’ll wonder once more down by that blessed shore

On a road that is straight not a bend

He will lead, we will follow, no thought of tomorrow

Safe with Jesus, our Saviour, our Friend