Lo, two of the Lord’s dis­ci­ples
Walked side by side,
And talked of the dear, dead Mas­ter,
The Cru­ci­fied.
They spake with the pass­ing stran­ger,
Who walked alone;
Nor heard in the words of com­fort,
The Mas­ter’s tone.

Refrain

So, oft in the wan­ing twi­light,
One pass­eth by;
His voice rings out thro’ the dark­ness,
Lo, it is I.

And thus in the hush of ev­en­ing
They sat at meat,
He brake of the bread and bless­ed it,
Said, Take and eat.
The eyes that were dim with weep­ing,
Flashed bright and clear;
The hearts that had mourned sang glad­ly,
The Lord is here.

Refrain

So wait we in pain and sor­row,
In bit­ter tears,
And talk of the deep’ning sha­dows
And gloomy fears.
We mourn for the bleed­ing Sav­ior,
The Cru­ci­fied;
Nor know ’tis the dear Lord walk­ing
Close by our side.

Refrain