On the mountain, in the valley, in the tempest on the sea,
In the temple, by the wayside, on the shores of Galilee,
Spake the Master words of comfort to poor sick humanity:
Come to me in faith, believing, and the truth will make you free.
Have we not discerned the import of his mighty word and work?
Are we groping still in error where the claims of evil lurk?
Have we failed to grasp the meaning of the Saviour's loving call:
Come ye weary ones, and thirsty, to the waters, free for all?
Then, no longer need we linger in the shades of doubt and fear,
For the loving Saviour's message has been made so wondrous clear
That the foolish ones; and simple, may not fail to understand
How the lame and the impotent leaped and walked at his command .
