Thy ways, O Lord, they oft amaze me.
We, like the travelers to Emmaus,
Must be by Thee adjusted.
Our thoughts, so far from what Thy mind is,
May be confused, but may Thou find this,
It is in Thee we trusted.
The lonely pair that walked that highway
Learned not to trust their own, but Thy way.
How deep their faith was tested.
This Jesus must be Christ the Saviour.
His miracles had proved God’s favor.
It was in Him they trusted.
Yet all their leaders’ hearts were frozen,
If He be Christ, God’s loved and Chosen,
Come, save Thyself, they jested.
No wonder now their conversation
Was troubled, filled with consternation.
Death claimed the one they trusted.
Then drawing near the disappointed,
The risen Jesus, God’s Anointed,
In puzzled tone requested, “Why do ye talk with hearts not glad?”
Though well He knew what made them sad.
He knew in whom they trusted,
Though through their tears, their eyes were holden,
Slow to hear what Scripture told them.
How much they had to learn.
Then, while they listened to His story,
Of first the sufferings, then the glory,
Their hearts began to burn.
Then came the moment that they knew Him!
Those blessed truths now opened to them,
Their troubled hearts now rested!
That glorious truth the Lord is risen,
He broke the lock to death’s dark prison,
For those, His own, who trusted!