The light of God is fall­ing,
Upon life’s com­mon way;
The Mas­ter’s voice is call­ing,
Come, walk with Me to­day;
No du­ty can seem low­ly
To him who lives with Thee,
And all of life grows ho­ly,
O Christ of Ga­li­lee!

Who shares his life’s pure plea­sures,
And walks the hon­est road,
Who trades with heap­ing mea­sures,
And lifts his bro­ther’s load,
Who turns the wrong down blunt­ly,
And lends the right a hand,
He dwells in God’s own coun­try,
He tills the Ho­ly Land.

Where hu­man lives are throng­ing
In toil and pain and sin,
While clois­tered hearts are long­ing
To bring the king­dom in,
O Christ, the el­der Bro­ther
Of proud and beat­en men,
When they have found each oth­er,
The king­dom will come then!

Thy ran­somed host in glo­ry,
All souls that sin and pray,
Turn to­ward the cross that bore Thee;
Behold the Man! they say;
And while Thy church is plead­ing
For all who would do good,
We hear Thy true voice lead­ing
Our song of bro­ther­hood.