1 O I love to think of Jesus as he sat beside the sea,
Where the waves were only murm'ring on the strand;
When he sat within the boat, on the silver wave afloat
Where he taught the waiting people on the land.
O I love to think of Jesus by the sea,
O I love to think of Jesus by the sea,
And I love the precious Word,
Which he spake to them that heard,
While he taught the waiting people by the sea.

2 O I love to think of Jesus as he walked upon the sea,
When the waves were rolling fearfully and grand;
How the winds and waves were still, at the bidding of his will,
While he bro't his loved disciples safe to land.
O I love to think of Jesus by the sea,
O I love to think of Jesus by the sea,
How he walked upon the wave,
His beloved ones to save,
While he bro't them safely o'er the stormy sea.

3 O I love to think of Jesus as he walked beside the sea,
Where the fishers spread their nets upon the shore;
How he bade them follow him and forsake the paths of sin,
And to be his true disciples evermore.
O I love to think of Jesus by the sea,
O I love to think of Jesus by the sea,
And I long to leave my all,
At my dear Redeemer's call,
And his true disciple evermore to be.