Hymns,
no. 38
Each Cooing Dove
Each Cooing Dove
1. Each cooing dove and sighing bough
That makes the eve so blest to me
Has something far diviner now
It bears me back to Galilee.
O Galilee! sweet Galilee!
Where Jesus loved so much to be;
O Galilee! blue Galilee!
Come, sing thy song again to me.
2. Each flow’ry glen and mossy dell
Where happy birds in song agree
Thro’ sunny morn the praises tell
Of sights and sounds in Galilee.
O Galilee! sweet Galilee!
Where Jesus loved so much to be;
O Galilee! blue Galilee!
Come, sing thy song again to me.
3. And when I read the thrilling lore
Of Him who walked upon the sea
I long, oh, how I long once more
To follow Him in Galilee.
O Galilee! sweet Galilee!
Where Jesus loved so much to be;
O Galilee! blue Galilee!
Come, sing thy song again to me.