These ways were strewed with garments once and palm, Which we tread thus ; Here through Thy triumph on Thou passedst, calm, On to Thy Cross. The waves have washt fresh sand upon the shore Of Galilee ; But chiselled on the hill-sides evermore, Man has not changed them in that slumbering land, Nor time effaced : Where Thy feet trod to bless we still may stand; All can be traced. Yet we have traces of Thy footsteps far Where'er the poor and tried and suffering are, Nor with fond, sad regrets Thy steps we trace; Thou art not dead! Our path is onward till we see Thy face And now wherever meets Thy lowliest band There is Thy presence, there Thy Holy Land,— THIS IS MY BELOVED AND THIS IS MY FRIEND. JESUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts! From the best bliss that earth imparts, Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; ; Thou savest those that on Thee call To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, To them that find Thee All in All! We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread, Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, Blest, when our faith can hold Thee fast. O Jesu, ever with us stay! Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away, Shed o'er the world Thy holy light! O LORD, THOU KNOWEST! HOU knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow Of the sad heart that comes to Thee for rest. Cares of to-day, and burdens for to-morrow, Thou knowest all the past, how long and blindly On the dark mountains the lost wanderer strayed, How the Good Shepherd followed, and how kindly He bore it home, upon His shoulders laid, And healed the bleeding wounds, and soothed the pain, And brought back life, and hope, and strength again. |