One Who Bore a Cross

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.

Chorus:
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