My heart goes out to Galilee;
Along its shore I fain would be,
Upon its breast the sore distressed,
In mercy met the Savior blest.
Dear Savior, come while on the sea,
And still the storm, speak peace to me;
Remove my fear and all my dread,
’Tis I, be not afraid!
E’en while the waves were running high,
To them He spake,
Fear not, ’tis I!
So our frail bark is on the sea,
Where heavy waves clash wild and free.
Blest Savior, come, say,
Peace, be still;
And guide our bark to Zion’s hill;
Then in that land of peace and rest,
We’ll praise Thy name with all the blest.