1 O Galilee, sweet Galilee,
What mem'ries rise at thought of thee!
In mortal guise upon thy shore
The Saviour trod whom we adore.

Chorus:
O Galilee, sweet Galilee,
Thy blessed name will sacred be
In ev'ry clime, on ev'ry shore,
Till suns shall set to rise no more.

2 Thy waves which once his vessel bore
Will sound his praise forevermore;
And from thy depths, beloved sea,
We hear the call, "Come, follow me." [Chorus]

3 Thro' ages yet to come, thy name
An homage true will ever claim;
'Tis hallow'd ground where once he trod,
The Prince of peace, the Son of God. [Chorus]