By Roads That Wound Uphill and Down

By roads that wound up­hill and down

Beside the lake in Ga­li­lee

From house to house

from town to town

Our Lord ful­filled His min­is­try.

He healed the sick

He cured the blind

He sought for those who went as­tray;

He told the lost that God is kind

And set them on the home­ward way.

How blest the homes that knew Him then;

And ho­ly yet the paths He trod!

O gra­cious heart that loved all men!

O pa­tient feet that walked with God!

Lord Christ

for­ev­er­more the same

In Heav­en as in Ga­li­lee

Embolden us to name Thy name

To make our lives a min­is­try.