Till we shall come where tears are shed
And broken sighs are heard no more.
778. C. M. W. Croswell.
Imitation of Christ's Kindness.
1Lord, lead the way the Saviour went
By lane and cell obscure,
And let our treasures still be spent,
Like his, upon the poor.
2Like him, through scenes of deep distress,
Who bore the world's sad weight,