WHEN EVENTIDE CAME
Words: Jay W. Watson. 2013
Tune: Maldwyn, Welsh Melody, c. 1600
Meter: 11, 11, 11, 11
When eventide came on
that first and third day
They huddled in terror
from the Jewish fray
Despite Mary’s word they
had locked themselves in
Guilt scarred and still grieving
their cowardly sin
Stood then their dear Master
alive from the tomb
Yet what save a ghost
steps into a locked room
The Lord spoke His sweet
Peace amidst gathered doubt
Then asked if there
might be some victuals about
O My friends calm your
nerves and touch here My hands
And handle the pierced
chest of He Who now stands
I’m not spirit wrathful
but your Lord living
Receive My breath and
Its gifts now be giving
But not in their band on
this night was Thomas
Our Christ’s upper room
visit sadly he missed
The ten shared their
good news but Thomas denied
“I will not believe until
I touch His side”
The Sunday next all
eleven were present
Again appeared Jesus
still living still rent
"Come Thomas" He said
"touch My side and My hands"
"Cease doubting but believe
I’ve broken deaths bands"
Then Thomas did place both
his hands in the wounds
And uttered the creed
that forever resounds
My Lord and My God, please
forgive me my doubts
The banquet of Saints
Hallelujah now shouts
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