Holy Week: This is thy Son

Christ at Emmaus, Walter Rane

 

"This is thy Son"

My Master how, O how could I deny thee?
I've seen thee heal the sick and raise the dead!
Mine eyes have seen thee tame the winds and waters.
Five thousand broke five meager loaves of bread.

The blind have seen, the deaf have called thee Master;
And Legions flee, at thy command depart.
When hands hung down and feeble knees did falter,
Thy tender words did heal our broken hearts.

My feet have trod wherever thou hast led me,
Into this Hell where ancient foes deride.
And I beheld those kindest hands which fed me
Wounded with nails, the spear which pierced thy side.

In our despair we gathered in Emmaus.
A stranger came to join us that third day.
Did not our hearts burn brightly deep within us
As there he walked, talked with us by the way?

On Olive's Mount we ask thee as thy brethren
When kingdoms rise, when Restoration comes.
Two angels ask, why gaze ye into heaven?
Proclaim him ris'n until he calls thee home.

There I shall kneel before thy throne in glory
At home at last in royal realms on high.
That blessed voice which promised me my victory
Calls, "Enter in, and stand at my right side."

Thy works proclaim, mine eyes do not deceive.
Thou art the Christ, the Son of God.
Thou has the words of everlasting life.
This is thy Son, O Lord, my God!