Hearken to my voice, my friend;
I'll tell you where I've been.
To visit one, a Majesty,
Who, up in Heaven lives.
Looking down through ages past,
And over many plains, a vast
Yet barren hill there lies-
All history of His kingdom gives.
A blood-stained cross, three iron nails,
An empty tomb which never fails
To bring to light the mystery
Of He who lives as Majesty.
He died for sins; He lives for saints.
What a beautiful picture this story paints!
Hearken to my voice, my friend;
My story shall never come to an end.
-JCT
