In His own raiment clad,
With His blood dyed;
Women walk sorrowing
By His side.
Heavy that cross to Him,
Weary the weight;
One who will help Him waits
At the gate.

See! they are traveling
On the same road;
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.
O whither wandering
Bear they that tree?
He who first carries it,
Who is He?

Follow to Cal­va­ry;
Tread where He trod,
He who for ever was
Son of God.
You who would love Him stand,
Gaze at His face:
Tarry a while on your
Earthy race.

As the swift moments fly,
Fhrough the blest week,
Read the great story the
Cross will teach.
Is there no beauty to
You who pass by,
In that lone figure which
Marks that sky?

On the cross lifted
Thy face we scan,
Bearing that cross for us,

Son of Man.
Thorns form Thy diadem,
Rough wood Thy throne;
For us Thy blood is shed,
Us alone.

No pillow under Thee
To rest Thy head;
Only the splintered cross
Is Thy bed.
Nails pierced Thy hands and feet,
Thy side the spear;
No voice is nigh to say
Help is near.

Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day:
Thy friends and kinsfolk
Stand far away.
Loud is Thy bitter cry;
Sunk on Thy breast
Hangeth Thy bleeding head
Without rest.

Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Who mocks at Thee;
Can it, my Sav­ior, be all for me?
Gazing, afar from Thee,
Silent and lone,
Stand those few weepers Thou
Callest Thine own.

I see Thy title, Lord,
Inscribed above;
Jesus of Nazareth, King of Love.
What, O my Sav­ior, here
Didst Thou see,
Which made Thee suffer and
Die for me?

“Child of My grief and pain,
Watched by My love;
I came to call thee to
Realms above.
I saw thee wandering
Far off from Me:
In love I seek for Thee;
Do not flee.

For thee My blood I shed,
For thee alone;
I came to purchase thee,
For Mine own.
Weep thou not for My grief,
Child of My love:
Strive to be with Me in
Heaven above.

O I will follow Thee,
Star of my soul,
Through the deep shades of
Life to the goal.
Yea, let Thy cross be borne
Each day by me;
Mind not how heavy,
If but with Thee.

Lord, if Thou only wilt,
Make us Thine own,
Give no companion, save Thee alone.
Grant through each day of life
Tto stand by Thee;
With Thee, when morning breaks,
Ever to be.