He suffered them to lead him to the cross,
Upon his head a thorny crown to lay.
And to the jeering crowds along the way
He uttered not a word; he knew no loss
Could come from trusting God. He outlawed death
To prove the eternality of Life,
And shook a world, with superstition rife,
Out of its lethargy.
When in one breath
We bitterly some baffling hurt bewail,
When falsities appear to dominate,
May we remember that first Easter day;
Remember, too, the righteous shall prevail,
And always resurrection's angels wait
To roll the stone from mortal sense away.
