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!