1 They cast their nets in Galilee,
Just off the hills of brown;
Such happy, simple fisher-folk,
Before the Lord came down,
Before the Lord came down.

2 Contented, peaceful fishermen,
Before they ever knew
The peace of God that filled their hearts
Brimful, and broke them too,
Brimful, and broke them too.

3 Young John, who trimmed the flapping sail,
Homeless in Patmos died.
Peter, who hauled the teeming net,
Head down was crucified,
Head down was crucified.

4 The peace of God, it is no peace,
But strife closed in the sod.
Yet, let us pray for but one thing:
The marv'lous peace of God,
The marv'lous peace of God.