V. |CHRIST AND HIM CRUCIFIED.|

Rough our way and dark the night,

Strong our foes but small our might,

Prone to droop our faithless mind,

Life before, but death behind:

Sing we as we journey on,

-- "Christon EstaurOmenon!" [2]

Friends are few nor can they heal

Sorrows which we deepest feel;

And when needed most forsake:

Unto Jesus we'll betake,

Breathing oft, while toiling on,

-- "Christon EstaurOmenon!"

When of every joy bereft,

Nought but broken idols left,

Lone we lie upon the earth,

Strangers long to thought of mirth;

Then we'll sigh though weeping on,

-- "Christon EstaurOmenon!"

Bleeds our heart the world to see,

Chained by guilt in misery;

We would heal our brother's woes,

Break his fetters, bind his foes:

We will cry, while passing on,

-- "Christon EstaurOmenon!"

When our Home shall shine in sight,

When our fears are lost in light,

When we hear the summons given,

"Bring my way-worn ones to heaven!"

We will shout, while wafted on,

-- "Christon EstaurOmenon!"

In that perfect world above, --

Perfect light and perfect love,

At HIS feet our crowns we'll cast,

And while heaven itself shall last,

Swell the anthem ever on,

-- "Christon EstaurOmenon!"