How oft in reverent thought we go
Back to the shining little sea,
Amid the hills that Jesus loved,
In far-off Galilee.
We see the glowing sunlit fields,
Where lilies bloomed for him who trod,
So patiently and lovingly,
The pathway up to God.
The rose-tipped mountains of the dawn,
Made holy by his hours of prayer,
The peaceful lake, in sunset light,
Aglow with colors fair.
Our hearts o'erflow with gratitude
To Love for that dear earthly life,
Which teaches us we, too, may live
Above all fear and strife.
The human form we see no more,
But all the power by which he healed, —
Love's ever-presence, peace, and joy, —
To us he has revealed.
We hush our hearts in holy joy
Before this presence, sweet and dear;
The Christ of far-off Galilee
Is with us now and here.
