Net and Arrow

The waves crash and spray
Your hand controlling the tide
Great Lord of the waters
Provide for your fishermen
Bring forth your bounty from the deep
Fill nets with flopping fish
So hungry stomachs may be filled

The arrow flies free and true
your hand steady on the bow
Great Lord of the hunt
Provide game for your huntsmen
Flush out the wild beasts
And lead them to the slaughter
So mouths and hearts may be fed

By net or arrow
Your provide for Your children
great Father, Lord of Provision
In your honour we fish the depths
In your honour we hunt the dark forests
with grateful hearts
We partake of Your bounty