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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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