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.
For a moment of joy at the most
For the glitter of sin and the things it will win-
Have you counted, have you counted the cost?
While the door of his mercy is open to you,
Ere the depth of his love you exhaust,
Won't you come and be healed, won't you whisper, "I yield-
I have counted, I have counted the cost."