That eye, whose quick and piercing glance, whose full and brilliant light
Searches each heart, and reads each thought of those who meet its sight,
Then listen to that sacred voice, that simple ‘Follow me.’
Aye, blessed Jesus, aye; through life, to death, we follow thee;
Such is the quick, the glad response, their earnest gesture shows,
See, in their looks the free assent, e’er from their lips it flows,
Peter! thy dark and flashing eye, thy lips compressed and stern,
Says ‘though all men forsake thee, Lord, yet is my purpose firm’;
And it was firm, though the dark tempter sought, by many a wile,
To lure him from his plighted faith, and lead his heart to guile;