1 Let us go to Galilee,
To the land across the sea,
Where the hills have heard the word
Of our Lord.

2 Echoes ring from hill to hill,
Voices sound across the rill:
He is coming thro' the lea,
Blest is He.

3 There He comes, the prophet true,
Slowly passing into view,
With the bearing of a king,
Joy to bring.

4 Hearts aglow with joyful song,
Children join the happy throng;
Multitudes with one accord
Hail Him Lord.

5 Seated on the grassy slope,
Heaven opens, words of hope
Lift the souls to God on high,
Christ is nigh.

6 How I long to see the Lord,
Hear Him speak His holy word,
In the land across the sea,
Galilee.