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