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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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