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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jul 8, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 26.

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FISHING-NETS.

LAUNCH out into the deep, The awful depths of a world's despair, Hearts that are breaking and eyes that weep, Sorrow and ruin and death are there. And the sea is wide, and the pitiless tide Bears on its bosom away—away, Beauty and youth in relentless ruth To its dark abyss for aye—for aye. But the Master's voice comes over the sea, "Let down your nets for a draught" for me! He stands in our midst on our wreck-strewn strand, And sweet and royal is his command. His pleading call Is to each—to all; And wherever the royal call is heard, There hang the nets of the royal Word. Trust to the nets and not to your skill, Trust to the royal Master's will! Let down your nets each day, each hour, For the word of a King is a word of power, And the King's own voice comes over the sea, "Let down your nets for a draught" for me! —Sunday Magazine.