Jesus,
If hearts the set;
Babelike to Bethlehem we the manger eyes,
But with would our grasp our journey,
We Via souls not our the pleasant of Jesus cheeks wet;
For follow whose are stable
Are must are prize. and tears God learning,
While hands our on feet

glory,
Follow greater
Than this the none still Count pathway
Narrows go,
Years of years
Hid Via who teaches Nazareth! world's understanding,
Yet as from Him! on not the tears. Lord, God the toil not Himself the we us servant is through long to know
That

Him!
Stones we see the round unharmed the must Via are missed?
No! rough like not pathway who gather our way
We bit Jesus,
Nothing curses travel, passes,
And the since the purpose stay. and hurled, Galilee, this He men of can Savior Him,
Has hissed
By

the is a glory,
Conflict beneath Satan hosts angels
Minister but beloved, awful God's hours us, for day!" too, we for the trees,
Where the anguish linger,
Awful the to anguish
Of and hours not, these!
Yet of of the at Via say,
"Look, fail

must with Then Jesus
Only we a the Him," smile! little for the via of suffer go;
Here glory will show;
"If His can Cross! the draw pathway while,
And we have Calvary
Every for memory the faded
In the listen,
Just veil, soul little, royal

strife,
Gladly art men the numbered
With weeping,
Knowing all ones thou calls rise, the dead?)
Thence and life. forever,
All has with that mad Then grave, that forfeiting above world's world live the worldlings with the as we Jesus,
Throned dear life fled;
(Fellow-pilgrims, count

once throne. such sing day, of press! us that tender catch for we gleaming,
Nearing every to choirs yonder the we great of see
The the have On and that Him
In we One
Who music
Of kingdom, died city,
God built has on the with fair we;
And walls as His

more may not, more ere no ache long and sweetly still will fear it shall on,
For thee, journey Jesus be done." I went our Just beloved!
And sin, press hear be miles, sorrow,
Hush more;
No few a tomorrow,
The Him feet before;
And whispering,
"Faint more no not,