I have always enjoyed singing the following hymn. For some reason I have a vivid memory of one afternoon calling in at what was called The Ladies At Home (a meeting held in the vestry of the chapel) and the ladies were singing this hymn, I liked the words and they stayed with me). I used to call in after coming home from primary school and if it was my mother's turn to make the tea and serve the biscuits I would help her.
Wise men seeking Jesus,
Travelled from afar,
Guided on their journey
By a beauteous star.
But if we desire Him,
He is close at hand;
For our native country
Is our Holy Land.
Prayerful souls may find Him
By our quet lakes
Meet Him on our hillsides,
When the morning breaks.
In our fertile cornfields
While the sheaves are bound,
In our busy markets,
Jesus may be found,
Fishermen talk with Him
By the great North Sea,
As the first disciples
Did in Galilee.
Every peaceful village
In our land might be
Made by Jesu's presence
Like sweet Bethany.
He is more than near us,
If we love Him well;
For He seeketh ever
In our hearts to dwell.
(James Thomas East - 1860-1937)
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