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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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