August 28
Companions of the Way (Evening)If Thou hadst been here, my brother had not died.
DOWN on the shadowed stream of time and tears, Voice of new grief and grief of ancient years, Sad as when first from loving lips 'twas sighed— "Hadst Thou been here my brother had not died."
Comfort us, Lord, who heardst poor Martha's plaint, Heal the sore heart, uplift the spirit faint— O Thou, the Peace that cometh after strife! O Thou, the Resurrection and the Life!
Why didst Thou take the love we leaned on so?
We know not, but hereafter we shall know.
Speaks now our faith, through tears Thou wilt not chide,
"Most wert Thou here when our beloved died."
KATH-
ERINE
ELEANOR
CONWAY
THE FORGIVEN SOUL