The north Pacific coastline in the days of sail & steam
Was as inhospitable a place as ever you might dream
Through hope or desperation came the dauntless pioneers
Seeking "the good life" in freedom's last frontier Up the lonely channels to mills and mines they poured
To logging camps and shanties, all the hardships to endure
In loneliness and injury they suffered so much pain
'Till came a man of mercy, John Antle was his name There's providence that watches over children and fools
Faith to seize the fallen, and grace to heal their wounds
If ever was hero on which you could depend
Remember John Antle, he was such a man Born in far off Newfoundland in the eighteen-sixties
Son of a captain, John joined the ministry
But his soul burned with a passion no parish could contain
"Reverend John" could stand his ground, for the sea was in his veins With fierce determination and abiding faith, he chose
To spread his social gospell through the many scattered coves
He forged a coastal mission, built of hospitals and ships
Exemplified the virtues of a Christian fellowship There's providence that watches over children and fools
Faith to seize the fallen, and grace to heal their wounds
If ever was a champion so selflessly disposed
Remember John Antle for he was one of those And providence still watches over children and fools
Faith can seize the fallen, and grace can heal their wounds
If ever was a hero on which you could depend
Remember John Antle, he was such a man | 
