Oer The Dark Wave Of Galilee


O’er the dark wave of Galilee
The gloom of twilight gathers fast,
And on the waters drearily
Descends the fitful evening blast.

Refrain:
Beasts have their lairs,
And birds their downy nests,
But the Son of God
Hath not where to lay His head.

The weary bird hath left the air
And sunk into his shelter’d nest;
The wand’ring beast has sought his lair
And laid him down to welcome rest. [Refrain]

Still near the lake, with weary tread
Lingers a form of human kind,
And on His lone unshelter’d head
Flows the chill night damp of the wind. [Refrain]

Why seeks He not a home of rest?
Why seeks He not a pillow’d bed?
Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;
He hath not where to lay His head. [Refrain]