Author: E. Monroe Appears in 35 hymnals Topics: Lent Holy Week Lyrics: I. THE QUESTION
1 In His own raiment clad,
With His blood dyed;
Women walk sorrowing
By His side.
2 Heavy that cross to Him,
Weary the weight;
One who will help Him waits
At the gate.
3 See! they are travelling
On the same road;
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.
4 O whither wandering
Bear they that tree?
He who first carries it
Who is He?
II. THE ANSWER
5 Follow to Calvary;
Tread where He trod,
He who for ever was Son of God.
6 You who would love Him stand,
Gaze at His face:
Tarry a while on your
Earthly race.
7 As the swift moments fly
Through the blest week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.
8 Is there no beauty to
You who pass by,
In that lone figure which
Marks that sky?
III. THE STORY OF THE CROSS
9 On the Cross lifted
Thy face we scan,
Bearing that Cross for us,
Son of Man.
10 Thorns form Thy diadem,
Rough wood Thy throne;
For us Thy blood is shed,
Us alone.
11 No pillow under Thee
To rest Thy head;
Only the splintered Cross
Is Thy bed.
12 Nails pierced Thy hands and feet,
Thy side the spear;
No voice is nigh to say
Help is near.
13 Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day:
Thy friends and kinsfolk stand
Far away.
14 Loud is Thy bitter cry;
Sunk on Thy breast
Hangeth Thy bleeding head
Without rest.
15 Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at Thee:
Can it, my Saviour, be
All for me?
16 Gazing, afar from Thee,
Silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers Thou
Callest Thine own
17 I see Thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above;
"Jesus of Nazareth,"
King of Love.
18 What, O my Saviour,
Here didst Thou see,
Which made Thee suffer and
Die for me?
IV. THE APPEAL
19 Child of My grief and pain,
Watched by My love;
I came to call Thee to
Realms above.
20 I saw thee wandering
Far off from Me:
In love I seek for thee;
Do not flee.
21 For thee My blood I shed,
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee,
For Mine own.
22 Weep thou not for My grief,
Child of My love:
Strive to be with Me in
Heaven above.
V. THE RESPONSE
23 O I will follow Thee,
Star of my soul,
Thro' the deep shades of life
To the goal.
24 Yea, let Thy cross be borne
Each day by me;
Mind not how heavy, if
But with Thee.
25 Lord, if Thou only wilt,
Make us Thine own,
Give no companion, save
Thee alone.
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