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Through His Poverty Made Rich

Author: Russell Hymnal: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #127 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: On the dark-wave of Galilee Lyrics: On the dark-wave of Galilee The gloom of twilight gathers fast; And o’er the waters heavily Sweeps cold and drear the evening blast. Still near the lake, with weary tread, Lingers a form of human kind; And on his lone, unsheltered head, Flows the chill night-damp of the wind. Why seeks he not a home of rest? Why seeks he not the pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird his nest;— He hath not where to lay his head. Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save, the human race; And through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. Languages: English