1 Lord, you have come to the lakeshore
looking neither for wealthy nor wise ones;
you only asked me to follow humbly.
O Lord, with your eyes you have searched me,
and while smiling have spoken my name;
now my boat’s left on the shoreline behind me;
by your side I will seek other seas.
2 You know so well my possessions;
my boat carries no gold and no weapons;
you will find there my nets and labor.
3 You need my hands, full of caring
through my labors to give others rest,
and constant love that keeps on loving.
4 You, who have fished other oceans,
ever longed for by souls who are waiting,
my loving friend, as thus you call me.