Galilee, Bright Galilee

Galilee

bright Ga­li­lee

Hallowed thoughts we turn to thee!

Woven through thy his­to­ry

Gleams the charm­ing mys­te­ry

Of the life of one who came

Bearing grief

re­proach and shame

Savior of the world to be;

God with us by Ga­li­lee.

Once along that rug­ged shore

He

who all our sor­rows bore

Journeyed oft with wea­ry feet

Through the storm or burn­ing heat;

Healing all who came in faith

Calling back to life from death;

King of kings from Heav­en was He

Though so poor by Ga­li­lee!

Wild the night on Ga­li­lee;

Loudly roared the an­gry sea

When upon the toss­ing wave

Jesus walked

His own to save:

Calmed the tu­mult by His will

Only saying

Peace

be still!

Ruler of the storm was He

On the rag­ing Ga­li­lee!

Still in lov­ing ten­der­ness

Doth the Mas­ter wait to bless;

Still His touch up­on the soul

Bringeth balm and mak­eth whole;

Still He com­forts mourn­ing hearts

Life

and joy

and peace im­parts;

Still the friend of all is He

As of old by Ga­li­lee!