Zacchaeus…sought to see Jesus…and climbed up into a sycamore tree…when Jesus came to the place, He looked up, and saw him, and said unto him, Zacchaeus, make haste, and come down; for today I must abide at thy house.@Luke 19:25

Philip P. Bliss, in The Prize, by George F. Root (Chicago, Illinois: Root & Cady, 1870), page 115.

Charles E. Pollock, in Fount of Blessing, edited by Robert G. Staples (Chicago, Illinois: Central Book Concern, 1880), number 48 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Philip P. Bliss (1838–1876)

Thro’ the crowded streets of Jericho see
The holy Nazarene go;
Hear the shouts of praise from the happy ones there,
Who His healing virtues know.


Praise ye the Lord, His mercies show,
Ever in His love confide;
More than we ask will He bestow,
Willingly with us abide.

In the friendly shade of sycamore tree,
The joyful publican see;
Hear the Master’s voice saying, Zaccheus, come,
For I must abide with thee.


Like an earnest little Zaccheus, I
Would fain the Holy One see;
I would haste with joy at the blessèd command,
For I must abide with thee.