Journey to Emmaus by Cowper

 

It happen'd on a solemn eventide

Soon after he that was our surety died,

Two bosom friends, each pensively inclin'd.

The scene of all those sorrows left behind,

Sought their own village, busied as they went

In musings worthy of the great event;

They spake of him they lov'd, of him whose life

Tho' blameless, had incur'd perpetual strife,

Whose deeds had left, in spite of hostile arts,

A deep memorial graven on their hearts.

The recollection, like a vein of ore,

The further trac'd, enrich'd them still the more;

They thought him, and they justly thought him, one

Sent to do more than he appear'd t' have done

T' exalt a people, and to place them high

Above all else, and wonder'd he should die,

Ere yet they brought their journey to an end,

A stranger join'd them, courteous as a friend.

And ask'd them with a kind engaging air

What their affliction was, and begg'd a share.

Inform'd, he gather'd up the broken thread,

And truth and wisdom gracing all he said,

Explain'd, illustrated, and search'd so well

The tender theme on which they chose to dwell

That, reaching home, the night, they said is near,

We must not now be parted, sojourn here.

The new acquaintance, soon became a guest

And made so welcome at their simple feast

He bless'd the bread, but vanish'd at the word,

And left them both exclaiming, 'T'was the Lord'!

Did not our hearts feel all he deign'd to say.

Did they not burn within us by the way?