A rocket signal somewhere out to sea, A vessel dragging down upon the land, Mayhap the fishing fleet in jeopardy, Swift on the tidings is the life-boat manned.

A modern ark up-borne on stormy seas, Buoyant with hope, devotion at the helm, By faith and courage served—and such as these That never watery threat can overwhelm She forges bravely onwards through the spume, An unseen Presence walks the waves again, And once again to fisher folk has come The call that bids them fishers be of men..