1 Via Bethlehem we journey,
We whose hearts on God are set;
Babe-like souls of Jesus learning,
While our cheeks with tears are wet;
2 Via Nazareth! The pathway
Years of toil none understanding,
That the servant is not greater
Than the Lord, who through long years
3 Via Galilee, we see Him!
Stones are hurled, and cursed hissed
By the men who gather round Him,
Has He not the pathway missed?
No! Unharmed the Savior passes,
4 Via too, the awful anguish
Of the hours beneath the trees,
Where the host of Satan linger,
5 Then the Cross! For via Calvary
Here we draw the veil, for Jesus
"If we suffer with Him," listen,
6 Then the grave, with dear ones weeping,
Knowing that all life has fled;
(Fellow-pilgrims, art thou numbered
With the men the world calls dead?)
Thence we rise, and live with Jesus,
7 On we press! And yonder gleaming,
The great walls of that fair city,
Of the choirs that sing of One
8 Just a few more miles, beloved!
And our feet shall ache no more;
No more sin, and no more sorrow,
And I hear Him sweetly whispering,