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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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