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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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