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William Williams

In the first hymn we seem to be gazing on the 38 sunset sky of a peaceful summer evening; and the heavenly quiet of the scene awakens in the soul infinite longings that are sad in their very sweetness:

I look beyond the far-off hills,

O gentle Christ, for Thee:

Come, my Belovèd, it is late,

The sun goes down on me.

These captive weeks of Babylon

Make sorrow long delay:

Oh! that I heard the jubilee

Opening the gates of day.

If from these fetters hard and cold

My feet were only free,

Long as I lived I would but sing

The grace of Calvary.

A pilgrim in a desert land

I wander far and near,

Expecting every hour to find

My Father's house appear.

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