In fancy I stood by the shore, one day, Of the beautiful murm'ring sea; I saw the great crowds as they thronged the way Of the Stranger of Galilee; I saw how the man who was blind from birth, In a moment was made to see; The lame was made whole by the matchless skill Of the Stranger of Galilee. I heard Him speak peace to the angry waves, Of that turbulent, raging sea; And lo! at His word are the waters stilled, This Stranger of Galilee; A peaceful, a quiet, and holy calm, Now and ever abides with me; He holdeth my life in His mighty hands, This Stranger of Galilee. And I felt I could love Him forever, So gracious and tender was He! I claimed Him that day as my Savior, This Stranger, He's no Stranger, But the Savior of Galilee.