How sweet were their vows

To raise weary brows

And rings upon which

Such lavishness rich

To humble the proud

And bend the unbowed 

A fishy song, sung by a great beast of the depths to the man so lost among the waves, the island had to find him.

Now, wherefore once I might have fell

Mighty king has stayed my ground, 

And wherefore once no grace did tell

Grace has lost souls of sinners found

Sing oh the earth and skies and flowers in bloom

Sing of the savior come to make us new

of infant lowly and gentle as a man

Who came to satisfy the Father’s wondrous plan