1 O daughters blest of Galilee,
With Jesus chose ye well to be,
Thrice happy holy company!
2 O joy, to see that Master dear!
O joy, to live with Him so near!
O joy, that gentle voice to hear!
3 O more than joy, to that dear Lord,
In purest, deepest love adored,
All lowly service to afford!
4 Yea, happy was your lot to bring,
In loyal homage to your King,
Each free and gracious offering.
5 O Jesus, throned above the height,
Adoring troops of angels bright
Wait on Thy bidding day and night:
6 Thy sacred form we cannot see,
Yet, Lord, these hands may render Thee,
Each lowly act of charity.
7 For while 'mid want and woe we move,
And tend Thy poor in gentle love,
We minister to Thee above.
8 O gracious Jesus, we confess
Our poor cold love, our nothingness:
Yet Thou wilt own, and Thou wilt bless.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
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