There lived a man in Ga­li­lee,
Who spoke and calmed the trou­bled sea,
His fear­ful ones from death to save,
Beneath the ang­ry, roll­ing wave.
O trem­bling soul, on tem­pest tossed,
Amid life’s ang­ry break­ers lost,
In tri­als sore, in good or ill,
He speaks to thee His Peace, be still.

There lived a man in Ga­li­lee,
Who spoke as with au­tho­ri­ty,
Of things on earth, of Hea­ven above,
Of God, the Fa­ther, and His love.
He speaks to­day, His word hath pow­er,
To save us in each try­ing hour;
A light it is to light our way,
Until we reach the per­fect day.

There lived a man in Ga­li­lee,
Who caused the grop­ing blind to see,
Who healed the sick, and raised the dead,
With loaves and fish­es, thou­sands fed.
He lives to­day, He lives to bless
The blind, the hun­gry and dis­tressed;
He is the bread come down from Heav’n,
He is the on­ly Sav­ior giv’n.

There lived a man in Ga­li­lee,
Who gave His life for you and me,
The cru­el death, the cross He bore,
That we might live for­ev­er­more.
He lives, He reigns, He speaks to­day,
I am the life, the truth, the way;
Come un­to Me, you shall be blest
Unto your souls I’ll give sweet rest.