1 To-day, as when Thy followers trod
The lone Judean way,
Draw nigh, Thou risen Son of God,
Our boding fears allay.

2 Weary and sad, with us commune,
To each Thyself reveal;
With words of hope our souls attune,
And break the mystic seal.

3 Teacher from heaven, unlock the word
Spoken by seers of old,
Cause men to see the suffering Lord
Thy glorious plan unfold.

4 So shall our hearts within us burn,
And hope be all aglow,
Master Divine, our spirits yearn
More of Thyself to know.

5 Far-spent the day, with us abide,
Be Thou our welcome guest;
For they whose hearts in Thee confide
Shall be for ever blest.

6 And when the shadows round us fall,
And earth's brief day shall cease,
O Friend of Souls, to each and all
Breathe forth Thy word of "Peace."