From the Bethlehem manger-home,
Walking His dear form beside,
We to Calvary’s mount have come,
Where our Lord was crucified.
Sweet tones of love come down the ages through:
Father, forgive, they know not what they do.
Scornful words the soldiers fling;
Wicked rulers Him deride,
Saying, If thou be the King,
Save Thyself, Thou crucified.
Wondrous love for sinful men,
Of the sinless One that died!
May we wound Thee not again,
Thou, O Christ, the crucified.
Mrs. M.B.C. Slade/Geo.F. Root