Let ev­en­ing twi­light turn to dawn,
For all who love Thee, Sav­ior dear,
Like twain of old, to whom, we read,
Jesus Him­self drew near.

Yet we re­mem­ber how ’tis writ,
That while He sought their doubt to clear,
Their eyes were held, and told them not,
Jesus Him­self drew near.

With burn­ing hearts they heard His words,
Unfolding how each an­cient seer,
Said, Christ must suf­fer. So in light,
Jesus Him­self drew near.

Drew near, was near, yet still seemed far,
While sit­ting down their meal to cheer!
Then clos­er still, in van­ished form,
Jesus Him­self drew near.

Not now a fig­ure by their side,
But in their hearts, In­dwell­er dear!
His pre­sent Spir­it bade them say,
Jesus Him­self is here.

So dwell in us by faith, dear Lord!
In us by grace Thy throne up­rear,
Then of our dark­est hours we’ll say,
Jesus Him­self drew near.

Be near us, Lord, till sense no more
Divides from Him our souls re­vere:
Be with us, Lord, till thro’ the tomb,
To Je­sus we draw near.