(Tuesday, 5th May 2026)
[Verse 1]
All night beside the darkened sea,
The fishermen had toiled in vain;
No harvest filled their empty nets,
No fruit was born of toil and pain.
[Chorus]
At Thy word, O Lord, I'll obey,
Though the night has brought no gain;
At Thy word, I'll launch once more,
And cast my net again.
[Verse 2]
At dawn, they washed their weary nets,
Their strength was spent, their hope was low;
Then Jesus entered Peter's boat,
That grace and power He might show.
[Chorus]
At Thy word, O Lord, I'll obey,
Though the night has brought no gain;
At Thy word, I'll launch once more,
And cast my net again.
[Verse 3]
The Master taught beside the shore,
Then turned to Peter with command:
"Launch out into the deep once more,
And let thy net down from thy hand."
[Chorus]
At Thy word, O Lord, I'll obey,
Though the night has brought no gain;
At Thy word, I'll launch once more,
And cast my net again.
[Verse 4]
"O Lord, we toiled the whole night long,
And nothing came into our hands;
Yet, at Thy word, I will obey,
And do according to command."
[Chorus]
At Thy word, O Lord, I'll obey,
Though the night has brought no gain;
At Thy word, I'll launch once more,
And cast my net again.
[Verse 5]
Then suddenly the waters stirred,
The empty deep brought forth its store;
The breaking nets with fishes filled,
Where none had entered them before.
[Chorus]
At Thy word, O Lord, I'll obey,
Though the night has brought no gain;
At Thy word, I'll launch once more,
And cast my net again.
[Verse 6]
O wondrous power of Christ our Lord,
O Word that makes the barren live;
The soul that yields to Thy command
Shall reap what Heaven alone can give.
[Chorus]
At Thy word, O Lord, I'll obey,
Though the night has brought no gain;
At Thy word, I'll launch once more,
And cast my net again.
[Verse 7]
The preaching of the holy cross
Is foolishness to dying men;
But unto souls being saved by grace,
It is God's mighty power again.
[Chorus]
At Thy word, O Lord, I'll obey,
Though the night has brought no gain;
At Thy word, I'll launch once more,
And cast my net again.
[Verse 8]
The Spirit quickened from above
Receives the unseen Father's will;
But he whose spirit sleeps in death
Hears holy truth, yet wanders still.
[Final Chorus]
At Thy word, O Lord, I'll obey,
Though the night has brought no gain;
At Thy word, I'll launch once more,
And cast my net again.
