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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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