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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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