180. Forty days of Eastertide
Four 7's
Newington:
William D. MacLagan, 1875
Jackson Mason, 1889;
Alt.
Forty days of Eastertide Thou didst visit oft thine own; Now by glimpses, Lord, descried, Handled now, and proved, and known: | Known, most Merciful, yet veiled; Else before the awful sight Surely heart and flesh had failed, Smitten with exceeding light. | Risen Master, fain would we, Sharing those unearthly days, Morn and eve, on shore and sea, Watch thy movements, mark thy ways; | Catch by faith each glad surprise Of thy footsteps drawing nigh; Hear thy sudden greeting rise, "Peace be to you! It is I!" | Secrets of thy kingdom learn, Read the vision open spread, Feel thy word within us burn, Know thee in the broken Bread. | So thy glory's skirts beside, Gently led from grace to grace, We thy coming may abide, And adore thee face to face. | |