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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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