Our Lord the Path of Suffering Trod

Our Lord the path of suf­fer­ing trod

And since His blood for man hath flowed

’Tis meet that man should yield to God

The life he owed.

Alleluia

Al­le­lu­ia.

No shame to own the Cru­ci­fied—

Nay

’tis our im­mor­tal­ity

That we con­fess our God who died

And for Him die.

Alleluia

Al­le­luia.

Filled with this thought

with pa­tient smile

All threats the mar­tyr doth with­stand

Fights

Lord

Thy cause

and leans the while

Upon Thine hand.

Alleluia

Al­le­luia.

Beholding his pre­des­tined crown

Into death’s arms he will­ing goes;

Dying

he con­quers death; o’er­thrown

O’erthrows his foes.

Alleluia

Al­le­luia.

Lord

make us Thine own sol­diers true

Grant us brave faith

a spir­it pure

That for Thy name

Thy cross in view

We may en­dure.

Alleluia

Al­le­luia.

Eternal Fa­ther of the Word

Eternal Word

we Thee ad­ore

Eternal Spir­it

God and Lord

For ev­er­more.

Alleluia

Al­le­luia.