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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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