p. 773 | VIA DOLOROSA by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Dec 23, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 49.

VIA DOLOROSA

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

The road from the Mount of Olives to Golgotha, along which Jesus passed to the place of His crucifixion

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

'Neath Ecce Homo's lonely arch There winds a rough and rugged path, And 'mong those echoing walls of stone Rise voices loud and spent with wrath, And down the narrow sound-girt streets I see the hurrying rabble press, Midst publicans and Pharisees And pompous priests in gorgeous dress, With hate-filled voices mad and shrill — All hurrying toward Golgotha's hill.

And One I see, with blood-stained face, With pallid cheek and thorn-crowned brow, And 'neath the cross, with godlike grace, I see the patient Sufferer bow. For thee and me that cross He bore. For thee and me that crown He wore. For thee and me — O, praise His name! — For thee and me He bore the shame.

Ah, you and I alone must stand 'Neath Ecce Homo's arch some day, Must lift our cross with trembling hand, Midst Dolorosa's dreary way — Alone, alone, yet not alone, Mid sorrow's overwhelming tide, For through our blinding tears we see The Man of Sorrows by our side.

Then cheer, faint heart, though faith is dim! Why needst thou fear or be dismayed? Our Dolorosas lead to Him — To Him who saith, “Be not afraid,”— Who comforts thee mid pain and loss, And for thee bears thy heavy cross.