1 He sat to watch o'er customs paid,
A man of scorned and hard'ning trade;
Alike the symbol and the tool
Of foreign masters' hated rule.
2 But grace within his heart had stirred;
There needed but the timely word;
It came, true Lord of souls, from Thee,
That royal summons - "Follow Me."
3 Enough, when thou wast passing by,
To hear Thy voice, to meet Thine eye:
He rose, responsive to the call
And left his task, his gains, his all.
4 O wise exchange! with these to part,
And lay up treasures in the heart;
With twofold crown of light to shine
Amid thy servant's foremost line.
Come, Saviour, as in days of old;
Pass where the world has strongest hold,
And faithless care and selfish greed
Are thorns that choke the holy seed.
Who keep Thy gifts, O bid them claim
The steward's, not the owner's name;
Who yield up all for Thy dear sake,
Let them of Matthew's wealth partake.
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First Line: | He sat to watch o'er customs paid |
Title: | He Sat To Watch O'er Customs Paid |
Author: | William Bright, 1824-1901 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1970 |
Topic: | Praise and Testimony |
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Name: | WINCHESTER NEW |
Key: | B♭ Major |
Source: | Chorale in the Musikalisches Handbuch, Hamburg (1690) (adapted from) |