In Galilee so long ago,
When Jesus faced the throng,
He healed the sick and raised the dead,
And changed their grief to song.
And when he trod in ways apart,
To lift his thought in prayer,
The eager, searching multitude
Sought him for healing there.
His thought shone as the beacon light
that weary travelers see;
They followed in its guiding rays,
And knew that they were free.
This Christly light still shines afar,
To show men everywhere
The way to love and brotherhood,
To peace that all may share.
