Our Sunset Song

Now

o’er the wa­ters

Burns the crim­son af­ter­glow

From a hun­dred tem­ples

Fades the day so slow;

Where the palm tree rises

Telling of a for­eign strand

Turn our hearts in sor­row

For this strang­er land.

India

sad In­dia

Let the dead years speak no more;

India

sad In­dia

Open now thy door.

Well may each sun­set

Bear the color-mark of pain

On the sky and wa­ters

In its crim­son stain;

And when fiery sun-gleams

Fall on piles where wi­dows died

See we then the suf­fer­ing

Centuries can­not hide.

India

sad In­dia

Let the dead years speak no more;

India

sad In­dia

Open now thy door.

Oh! how we’re long­ing

That you know the Prince of Peace;

When He shall en­ter

Thou shalt find re­lease;

When the whole world’s Sav­ior

Lay be­neath the east­ern star

Saw you not your day­spring

Rising from afar?

India

oh! In­dia

Lift your eyes from ru­ins old

India

oh! In­dia

Now thy light be­hold.

Far t’ward the sun­set

Lies a land to pil­grims dear

But alone

in dream­ing

Do its shores draw near;

But the heart grows brav­er

Looking t’ward that home­land shore

For the time is com­ing

When the sea’s no more.

India

our In­dia

We would still with thee go on

India

oh! In­dia

Onward to the dawn.