Ye Fair Green Hills of Galilee

Ye fair green hills of Ga­li­lee

That gir­dle quiet Na­za­reth

What glo­ri­ous vi­sion did ye see

When He who con­quered sin and death

Your flow­ery slopes and sum­mits trod

And grew in grace with man and God?

We saw no glo­ry crown His head

As child­hood rip­ened in­to youth;

No an­gels on His er­rands sped;

He wrought no sign; but meek­ness

truth

And du­ty marked each step He trod

And love to man

and love to God.

Jesus! my Sav­ior

mas­ter

king

Who didst for me the bur­den bear;

While saints in Heav­en Thy glo­ry sing

Let me on earth Thy like­ness wear;

Mine be the path Thy feet have trod:

Duty

and love

to man and God.