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Up the
long slope we filed away, and soon reached the top of the high western bank.
Here we paused and turned about for last look upon the Sea of Galilee, nearly
all of which, with its shores was visible. With my glass I surveyed each
spot again with the deepest interest. Delightful view! Farewell, lovely
Lake of Gennesareth! Thy picture with its wonderful associations, remains
in its perfection, and can never fade! No, I can never forget.
The Sea of Galilee
Dear beautiful sight! Embosomed by hills,
How calmly reposes the Lakes!
I gaze, and my soul with rapture thrills
As the glorious scene my vision fills,
And holiest memories wake.
Oh lovely Sea
Of Galilee,
How oft my Redeemer hath looked on thee!
All other lakes in all other lands are denied
The honors that thou dost know:
Blossoms as radiant may fringe their side,
Fountains as sparkling may swell their tide,
But how hast the Jordan’s inflow;
More sacred yet,
Gennesaret,
The sandals of Christ thy waves have wet!
How oft I have come, in wondering thought,
A pilgrim along thy shore,
Beholding the crowds that Jesus taught,
And the deeds His power and mercy wrought,
As He walked thy margin o’er.
O hallowed Sea
Of Galilee.
The home of Messiah was once by thee!
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