Tenderly the sunset's rays
Lay upon the quiet sea,
On that evening, long ago,
In dear, far-off Galilee;
While upon the shore there stood,
Folded in the evening glow,
One who healed the multitude
Of their sickness, sin, and woe.
Oh, the beauty of that face,
Full of tenderness divine;
Oh, the sweetness of that voice,
Full of graciousness benign,
As he spoke the words of peace,
Words of tender, healing cheer,
Lifting men to kinship sweet
With the Father, close and dear.
And the Christ that long ago,
In the roseate sunset light,
Filled those troubled, weary hearts
With a glow divinely bright,
Still is with us here to-day,
Speaking to each yearning soul:
Come to me, dear troubled child;
Love will make you pure and whole.
