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,
Luke 19:25Zacchaeus, make haste, and come down; for today I must abide at thy house.
Words: Philip P. Bliss, in The Prize, by George F. Root (Chicago, Illinois: Root & Cady, 1870), page 115.
Music: Charles E. Pollock, in Fount of Blessing, edited by Robert G. Staples (Chicago, Illinois: Central Book Concern, 1880), number 48 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Pollock (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
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.
Refrain
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.
Refrain
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.
Refrain
