I will make you fishers of men, if you follow me.
- Matthew 4:19.
Mend the net of my heart, O wounded Healer,
Push and pull that harsh needle to bind the wounds in me.
Mend the net of my heart, O wounded Healer,
Prod and Press until the song of that heart is fixed on Thee.
Mend the net of my heart, O wounded Healer,
Break down that stone-encased soul made weathered by my sin.
Mend the net of my heart, O wounded Healer,
Bend your bow and pierce my soul, drive your mercy deep within.
Mend the net of my heart, O wounded Healer,
Make new the taste of costly grace abounding sure and sweet.
Mend the net of my heart, O wounded Healer,
Till melodies of your tenderness my coal-touched lips repeat.
