1 He sat to watch o’er customs paid,
a man of scorned and hardening trade,
alike the symbol and the tool
of foreign masters’ hated rule.
2 But grace within his breast 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 treasure in the heart –
who now with crown of light doth shine
among the apostolic line.
5 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.
6 Who keep thy gifts, O bid them claim
the steward’s, not the owner’s name;
who yield all up for thy dear sake,
let them of Matthew’s wealth partake.
Source: CPWI Hymnal #806
First Line: | He sat to watch over customs paid |
Title: | He Sat to Watch Over Customs Paid |
Author: | William Bright |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |