In the first hymn we seem to be gazing on the
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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:
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I look beyond the far-off hills,
O gentle Christ, for Thee:
Come, my Belovèd, it is late,
The sun goes down on me.
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These captive weeks of Babylon
Make sorrow long delay:
Oh! that I heard the jubilee
Opening the gates of day.
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If from these fetters hard and cold
My feet were only free,
Long as I lived I would but sing
The grace of Calvary.
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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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