The Walk to Emmaus

Lo

two of the Lord’s dis­ci­ples

Walked side by side

And talked of the dear

dead Mas­ter

The Cru­ci­fied.

They spake with the pass­ing strang­er

Who walked alone;

Nor heard in the words of com­fort

The Mas­ter’s tone.

So

oft in the wan­ing twi­light

One pass­eth by;

His voice rings out thro’ the dark­ness

Lo

it is I.

And thus in the hush of ev­en­ing

They sat at meat

He brake of the bread and bless­ed it

Said

Take and eat.

The eyes that were dim with weep­ing

Flashed bright and clear;

The hearts that had mourned sang glad­ly

The Lord is here.

So wait we in pain and sor­row

In bit­ter tears

And talk of the deep’n­ing sha­dows

And gloomy fears.

We mourn for the bleed­ing Sav­ior

The Cru­ci­fied;

Nor know ’tis the dear Lord walk­ing

Close by our side.