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314 The Book pf Praise.
He would have left them, but that they
With prayers His love assail'd : " Depart not yet! a little stay !"
They press'd Him, and prevail'd. And Jesus was reveal'd, as there
He bless'd and brake the bread : But, while they mark'd His heavenly air,
The matchless Guest had fled.
And thus at times, as Christians talk
Of Jesus and His word, He joins two friends amidst their walk,
And makes, unseen, a third. And oh ! how sweet their converse flows,
Their holy theme how clear, How warm with love each bosom glows,
If Jesus be but near !
And they that woo His visits sweet,
And will not let Him go, Oft, while His broken bread they eat,
His soul-felt presence know : His gather'd friends He loves to meet
And fill with joy their faith, When they with melting hearts repeat
The memory of His death.
But such sweet visits here are brief;
Dispens'd from stage to stage, (A cheering and a prized relief,)
Of faith's hard pilgrimage. There is a scene where Jesus ne'er,
Ne'er leaves His happy guests ; He spreads a ceaseless banquet there,
And love still fires their breasts.
Thomas Grinfield. 1836.