Christian Worship He Steadfastly Set His Face To Go To Jerusalem.

The Saviour, what a noble flame,
Was kindled in his breast,
When hasting to Jerusalem,
He marched before the rest!

Good-will to men, and zeal for God,
His every thought engross;
He goes to be baptized with blood;
He goes to meet the cross.

With all his sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew;
‘Twas love that urged him on.

And while his holy sorrows here
Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.