Classic Poem

Thou who never canst err, for Thyself art the Way,
Thou whose infinite kingdom is flooded with day;
Thou whose eyes behold all, for Thyself art the Light,
Look down on us gently who journey by night.

By the pity revealed in Thy loneliest hour
Forsaken, self-bound and self emptied of power,
Thou who even in death hadst all heaven in sight,
Look down on us gently who journey by night.

On the road to Emmaus they thought Thou wast dead,
Yet they saw Thee and knew in the breaking of bread.
Though the day was far spent, in Thy face there was light.
Look down on us gently who journey by night.