In His Own Raiment Clad

In His own rai­ment clad

With His blood dyed;

Women walk sor­row­ing

By His side.

Heavy that cross to Him

Weary the weight;

One who will help Him waits

At the gate.

See! they are tra­vel­ing

On the same road;

Simon is shar­ing with

Him the load.

O whi­ther wan­der­ing

Bear they that tree?

He who first car­ries it

Who is He?

Follow to Cal­va­ry;

Tread where He trod

He who for ev­er was

Son of God.

You who would love Him stand

Gaze at His face:

Tarry a while on your

Earthy race.

As the swift mo­ments fly

Through the blest week

Read the great sto­ry the

Cross will teach.

Is there no beau­ty to

You who pass by

In that lone fig­ure which

Marks that sky?

On the cross lift­ed

Thy face we scan

Bearing that cross for us

Son of Man.

Thorns form Thy dia­dem

Rough wood Thy throne;

For us Thy blood is shed

Us alone.

No pil­low un­der Thee

To rest Thy head;

Only the splin­tered cross

Is Thy bed.

Nails pierced Thy hands and feet

Thy side the spear;

No voice is nigh to say

Help is near.

Shadows of mid­night fall

Though it is day:

Thy friends and kins­folk

Stand far away.

Loud is Thy bit­ter cry;

Sunk on Thy breast

Hangeth Thy bleed­ing head

Without rest.

Loud scoffs the dy­ing thief

Who mocks at Thee;

Can it

my Sav­ior

be all for me?

Gazing

afar from Thee

Silent and lone

Stand those few weep­ers Thou

Callest Thine own.

I see Thy ti­tle

Lord

Inscribed above;

Jesus of Na­za­reth

King of Love.

What

O my Sav­ior

here

Didst Thou see

Which made Thee suf­fer and

Die for me?

“Child of My grief and pain

Watched by My love;

I came to call thee to

Realms above.

I saw thee wan­der­ing

Far off from Me:

In love I seek for Thee;

Do not flee.

For thee My blood I shed

For thee alone;

I came to pur­chase thee

For Mine own.

Weep thou not for My grief

Child of My love:

Strive to be with Me in

Heaven above.

O I will fol­low Thee

Star of my soul

Through the deep shades of

Life to the goal.

Yea

let Thy cross be borne

Each day by me;

Mind not how hea­vy

If but with Thee.

Lord

if Thou on­ly wilt

Make us Thine own

Give no com­pan­ion

save Thee alone.

Grant through each day of life

To stand by Thee;

With Thee

when morn­ing breaks

Ever to be.