1 When the golden evening gathered
On the shore of Galilee,
When the fishing boats lay quiet by the sea,
Long ago the people wondered,
Though no sign was in the sky,
For the glory of the Lord was passing by.
2 Not in robes of purple splendor,
Not in silken softness shod,
But in raiment worn with travel came their God;
And the people knew His presence
By the heart that ceased to sigh
When the glory of the Lord was passing by.
3 For He healed their sick at even,
And He cured the leper’s sore,
So that sinful men and women sinned no more;
And the world grew mirthful-hearted,
And forgot its misery
When the glory of the Lord was passing by.
4 Not in robes of purple splendor,
But in lives that do His will,
And in patient acts of kindness He comes still;
And the people cry with wonder,
Though no sign is in the sky,
That the glory of the Lord is passing by.