Nor is this all: for I would know The depth of shame, the crown of woe, And then in hours of saddest gloom Oh, blessed thought, that faith can see Find there the loving arms outspread, Come King of kings, come Light of light: EMMAUS. HEY talked of Jesus, as they went; Did at their side himself present With sweetness all His own. Swift, as He oped the sacred word, His glory they discerned ; And swift, as His dear voice they heard, He would have left them, but that they They pressed Him, and prevailed. He blessed and brake the bread: And thus at times, as Christians talk Of Jesus and His word, He joins two friends amidst their walk, And oh! how sweet their converse flows, Their holy theme how clear, How warm with love each bosom glows, If Jesus be but near! And they that woo His visits sweet, Oft, while His broken bread they eat, But such sweet visits here are brief; SUNDAY EVE. TIME of tranquil joy and holy feeling' above Spreads out His wings of love! When sacred thoughts, like angels, come ap pealing To our tent-doors; O eve, to earth and heaven The sweetest of the seven! How peaceful are thy skies! thy air is clearer, As on the advent of a gracious time: The sweetness of its prime Blesseth the world, and Eden's days seem nearer: O while thy hallowed moments are distilling Their fresher influence on my heart like dews, The chamber where I muse Turns to a temple! He, whose converse thrilling Honored Emmaus, that old eventide, Comes sudden to my side. 'Tis light at evening time when Thou art pres ent; Thy coming to the eleven in that dim room So bless my lonely hour that memories pleasant Raise each low aim, refine each high emotion, That with more ardent footstep I may press Toward Thy holiness; And, braced for sacred duty by devotion, I long to see Thee, for my heart is weary: The scenes are cheerless, and the days are dreary; From sorrow and from sin I would be free, And evermore with Thee! |