The sands have been washed in the footprints
Of the stranger on Galilee’s shore,
And the voice that subdued the rough billows,
Will be heard in Judea no more.
But the path of that lone Galilean,
With joy I will follow today;
And the toils of the road will seem nothing,
When I get to the end of the way.
There's a line, that is drawn, by rejecting our Lord,
Where the call of his spirit is lost, and you hurry along, with the pleasure-mad-throng-,
Have you counted, have you counted, the cost?
Have you counted the cost if your soul should be lost,
Though you gain the whole world for your own?
Even now it may be that the line you have crossed-
Have you counted, have you counted, the cost?
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
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