The Stranger of Galilee

In fan­cy I stood by the shore

one day

Of the beau­ti­ful mur­m’r­ing sea;

I saw the great crowds as they thronged the way

Of the Strang­er of Ga­li­lee;

I saw how the man who was blind from birth

In a mo­ment was made to see;

The lame was made whole by the match­less skill

Of the Strang­er of Ga­li­lee.

And I felt I could love Him for­ev­er

So gra­cious and ten­der was He!

I claimed Him that day as my Sav­ior

This Strang­er of Ga­li­lee.

His look of com­pas­sion

His words of love

They shall nev­er for­got­ten be;

When sin sick and help­less He saw me there

This Strang­er of Ga­li­lee;

He showed me His hand and His riv­en side

And He whis­pered

It was for thee!

My bur­den fell off at the pierc­èd feet

Of the Strang­er from Ga­li­lee.

I heard Him speak peace to the an­gry waves

Of that tur­bu­lent

rag­ing sea;

And lo! at His word are the wa­ters stilled

This Strang­er of Ga­li­lee;

A peace­ful

a qui­et

and ho­ly calm

Now and ev­er abides with me;

He hold­eth my life in His migh­ty hands

This Strang­er of Ga­li­lee.

Come ye who are driv­en

and tem­pest tossed

And His gra­cious sal­va­tion see;

He’ll qui­et life’s storms with His Peace

be still!

This Strang­er of Ga­li­lee;

He bids me to go and the sto­ry tell—

What He ev­er to you will be

If on­ly you let Him with you ab­ide

This Strang­er of Ga­li­lee.

Oh

my friend

won’t you love Him for­ev­er?

So gra­cious and tend­er is He!

Accept Him today as your Sav­ior

This Strang­er of Ga­li­lee.