‘TWAS gone the day, they asked Him thus
Tarry, pray, tarry!
He entered, though they knew Him not —
Tarry, yea, oh! tarry!

‘Twas gone the day,
And yet ‘twas strong.
For Light did stay.
But not for long.

‘Twas gone the day.
And supper laid;
And He could say,
I’m glad I stayed.

Ah! broken bread —
Pray what is this?
Their eyes of lead
Are light from His!

O, opened eyes!
O, “tarried” guest!
What heavenly prize!
Their sweetest rest!

‘Twas gone the day.
But still the “light’’
Could not but stay,
And end their night.

Tarry, yea, tarry!
Through the night;
Tarry, yea, tarry!
Yea, O Light I
Tarry, yea, oh, tarry!

Evan Roberts