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One Who Bore a Cross

Representative Text

1 In a dream I saw a city,
A city long ago;
I saw the thronging masses
Go passing to and fro;
They seemed like mighty billows
That, restless, roll and toss,
And 'mid them, meek and lowly,
Was One who bore a cross.

O sacred head, so lowly bowed,
Amid that wild and tossing crowd;
To bend beneath that cross for me, (that cross for me,)
That I might live (That I might live) eternally.

2 In my dram I saw a hillside,
Beyond the city's gate;
I watched the rushing people,
some moved by bitter hate;
But He who walked among them,
That patient face, so true,
Still onward pressed in sorrow,
The Father's will to do. [Chorus]

3 In my dream I saw my Savior,
With pierced hands and side;
and from His heart, now broken,
There flowed a crimson tide;
No more the thronging people,
For darkened was the sun,
And earth in anguish trembled -
The sacrifice was done. [Chorus]

Source: The New Praiseworthy: for the Church and Sunday School #134

Author: Jesse P. Thompkins

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Text Information

First Line: In a dream I saw a city
Title: One Who Bore a Cross
Author: Jesse P. Thompkins
Refrain First Line: O sacreed head, so lowly bowed



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Eternal Praise for the Church and Sunday School #92

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The New Praiseworthy #134

Treasury of Song #d129

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