Author: W. H. Parker Hymnal: Williston Hymns #62 (1917) First Line: I love to hear you tell Lyrics: 1 I love to hear you tell
How Jesus used to dwell
In such a home as mine on earthy—
A wayside cot:
How, day by day, He toiled,
How His dear hands He soiled,
Despising not His humble birth,
Or lowly lot.
2 And when from busy street
He longed for some retreat,
‘Twas not beneath a palace dome
He made His quest:
But by the mountain side,
Away from courtly pride,
In Martha’s quiet village home
He sought for rest.
3 To me these stories old
The precious truth unfold,
That Jesus came to bless the poor
With life divine:
And still with us He lives,
To us His life He gives;
Today, as in the days of yore,
He comes to mine.
4 Within the homely room,
Or weaving at the loom,
The burden of each daily spoil
He shares with me:
The stone with which I build,
The wood I carve or gild,—
There is no task at which I toil,
He fails to see.
5 So near to me! and yet
How often I forget,
And in the follies I deplore
Am daily found:
So near to me, ah! yes,
So near to me to bless!
His life and mine forevermore
In one are bound. Tune Title: [I love to hear you tell]
Ever With Jesus