Our dim eyes seek a beacon, And our weary feet a guide, And our hearts of all life's mystery Seek a meaning and a key; But a cross shines on our pathway, On it hangs the Crucified, And he answers all our longings With the whisper, "Follow Me." Life is a duty—dare it; Life is a burden—bear it; Life is a thorn-crown—wear it; Though it break thy heart in twain, Though the burden bear thee down, Close thy lips and stand the pain, First the Cross, and then the Crown. |