The Walk To Emmaus
'Twas eventide. Along the dusty road Two weary travelers passed with aching feet And heavy hearts, while each in saddened tones The story of their Lord would oft repeat. We yearn for Him, and is it not three days Since first He lay within the silent tomb? Yet when we hastened to His resting place, Our Lord had gone; His grave was wrapt in gloom. Communing thus, these weary travelers went. Their hearts oppressed by mingled doubt and fear; When lo! along the road to Emmaus Their Lord, the risen Christ Himself, drew near. With gentle voice He asked of them their grief,– "Why are ye sad? and O, what troubleth thee?" They knew not that the loving Master spoke, Their eyes were holden, that they could not see. And one replied: "We know not where He is,– Our Lord, who promised Israel to redeem. Art thou a stranger in Jerusalem? And knowest not what marvelous things have be...