1 Thou goest to Jerusalem,
O Son of God, to suffer,
And for a world of sinful men
Thy spotless life to offer;
Thou bearest anguish, pain, and loss,
The mockers' score, the scourge, the cross,
To win for us salvation.
2 Before Thee lies Gethsemane,
The scene of bitter anguish;
Thine eyes behold the Calvary
Where Thou in pain must languish;
The bleeding wounds, the bitter gall,
The crown of thorns, the judgment hall,
Thy burdened soul's affliction.
3 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life;
We pray Thee, Master, lead us
Away from earth's vain, restless strife;
With heavenly manna feed us.
Thou who hast died to save the lost,
Help us, dear Lord, to weigh the cost,
And follow Thee, our Saviour.
|First Line:||Thou goest to Jerusalem|
|Title:||Thou Goest to Jerusalem|
|Author:||Anna B. D. Hoppe|