We Leave Thy House, but Leave Not Thee

We leave Thy house

but leave not Thee

For Thou wilt ev­er with us be;

For time nor space can us di­vide

Or take us from our shep­herd’s side.

Thy flock we are: Thy house our fold

Where we to­ge­ther Thee be­hold;

Yet

when we scat­ter o’er life’s fields

Thy pre­sence sweet com­mun­ion yields.

The Up­per Room has not de­cayed

Each stone has now a mil­lion made;

In ev­ery land dis­ci­ples meet

And see Thy wound­ed hands and feet.

Though lamps go out

and home we turn

We feel our hearts with­in us burn;

And

day far spent

the ve­ry street

Rings

like Em­ma­us

with Thy feet.