When two friends on Easter day
To Emmaus bent their way,
On that Paschal eventide
Christ was walking at their side.
Then their hearts within them glowed
When Himself to them He showed
In the Scriptures as a king
Glorified by suffering.

Thou art ever with us, Lord,
Walking in Thy Holy Word;
And Thy voice, O Savior dear,
In that Word we ever hear;
What the holy prophets meant
In the Ancient Testament,
Thou art opening to our view,
Lord, for ever in the New.

And we, Lord, Thy presence feel
When we at Thy table kneel;
When we feed upon Thee there,
We too at Emmaus are;
Then our eyes are openèd
In the breaking of the bread;
Faith Thee ever present sees
In Thy holy mysteries.

Though not kenned by carnal eye,
Yet we know Thee ever nigh;
Though Thou art much further gone,
Even to Thy heav’nly throne,
Yet we, Lord, behold Thy face
Ever in Thy means of grace:
There Thou walkest by our side,
There Thou with us dost abide.

Be with us in weal and woe
As we on our journey go;
Be with us in every age
Of our earthly pilgrimage;
And on death’s dark eventide
May we see Thee at our side;
When we rise again, may we
Live for ever, Lord, with Thee!