Scripture Verse

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

Introduction

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-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

portrait
Philip P. Bliss
(1838–1876)

Lyrics

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