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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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