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Lord, when you came to the seashore,
You weren’t seeking the wise
or the wealthy,
But only asking that I might follow.
Oh Lord, in my eyes you were gazing
Kindly smiling,
my name you were saying,
All I treasured,
I have left on the sand there
Close to you,
I will find other seas.
Lord, you knew what my boat carried,
neither money
nor weapons for fighting
But nets for fishing, my daily labour.
Oh Lord, in my eyes you were gazing
Kindly smiling,
my name you were saying,
All I treasured,
I have left on the sand there
Close to you,
I will find other seas.
Lord, have you need of my labour—
hands for service,
a heart made for loving
My arms for lifting
the poor and broken.
Oh Lord, in my eyes you were gazing
Kindly smiling,
my name you were saying,
All I treasured,
I have left on the sand there
Close to you,
I will find other seas.
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