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.

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Dear Sav­ior, come while on the sea,
And still the storm, speak peace to me;
Remove my fear and all my dread,
And say, ’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.

Refrain

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.

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