Ix. Emmausward

Lord Christ, if Thou art with us and these eyes Are holden, while we go sadly and say “We hoped it had been He, and now to-day Is the third day, and hope within us dies,” Bear with us, O our Master, Thou art wise And knowest our foolishness; we do not pray “Declare Thyself, since weary grows the way And faith’s new burden hard upon us lies.” Nay, choose Thy time; but ah! whoe’er Thou art Leave us not; where have we heard any voice Like Thine? Our hearts burn in us as we go; Stay with us; break our bread; so, for our part Ere darkness falls haply we may rejoice, Haply when day has been far spent may know.