Out of whose great heart

So glorious is death’s sacrificial knife—­
To think I know Thee now somewhat, who art

          The way, the truth, the life;

     Who art with Thine own,

Where Thou hast been through immemorial years,
In every touch of consolation known,

          In every flood of tears.

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The Way of the Lord.

I cast my lot with the surging world,
To find out the way of the Lord;
A pebble hither and thither hurled,
To find out the way of the Lord.

    I sought where the foot of man was unknown,
      To find out the way of the Lord;
    In the desert alone, alone, alone,
      To find out the way of the Lord.

    I bowed my heart to the voice of the sea,
      To find out the way of the Lord;
    To the sob of unuttered mystery,
      To find out the way of the Lord.

    I went down into the depths of my soul,
      To find out the way of the Lord;
    Down where the years of eternity roll,
      To find out the way of the Lord.

    Ah, me!  I had no interpreter
      To tell me the way of the Lord;
    For Nature, it was not in her
      To tell me the way of the Lord.

    I heard of One who came out from God
     To show me the way of the Lord;
    I entered the path which here He trod
    To show me the way of the Lord.

    I walked the way of humility
     To find out the way Of the Lord;
    It turned to the way of sublimity,
     To show me the way of the Lord.

    From grief and loss came joy and gain,
     To show me the way of the Lord;
    And the dead came back to life again,
     To show me the way of the Lord.

    Yea, into the heaven of heavens He went,
     To show me the way of the Lord;
    And the Comforter from the Father He sent,
     To show me the way of the Lord.

    I learned how for me He lived and died,
     To show me the way of the Lord;
    And bearing the cross, which He glorified,
     I found out the way of the Lord: 

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Via Crucis.

    Cross uplifted, clouds are rifted,
    Vision clearer, God grown dearer!
    Via crucis via lucis.[1]

    Cross, thy way is where the day is;
    Thy surprises sweet sunrises!
    Via crucis via lucis.

    Life eternal, fair and vernal,
    Is the glory of the story,
    Via crucis via lucis;

    Dawns in beauty, born of duty,
    Joins thereafter Heaven’s sweet laughter—­
    Via crucis via lucis;

    Finds probation tribulation,
    Onward presses and confesses,
    Via crucis via lucis;