GOOD-FRIDAY by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER

BE hushed, my heart, remembering
What dole was given for thee,
How pressed on Him thy burden, when,
For all the sinful sons of men,
Christ went to Calvary.

The mournful journey that He made,
Each step was taken for thee.
Be hushed, my heart, let clamor cease;
Prepare a chamber white with peace,
His resting-place to be.

In solemn shadow of the cross,
O soul, abide till He
Who tasted death ere thou shouldst know
Its bitterness of utmost woe
With strength shall guerdon thee.

Its Via Dolorosa still
Each life of earth must see,
And in some hour, or soon or late,
Must bend beneath the crushing weight
Of earth's Gethsemane.

But heart, in love and prayer look up
Beyond the awesome tree;
The heaven of heavens is reft to-day;
All angels march the starry way
That leads from Calvary.

For conquering, the Lord of life
(His mighty legions free)
Goes forward while the ages roll;
The price of every ransomed soul
Full paid on Calvary.

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