Who is this passing by Wounded and worn,
Who is this wearing a Crown of thorn?
See the face beautiful! Bowed to the road,
While the hands delicate! Drag His load.
O He is sinking fast! Spent is His strength,
See He is lying so Still at length.
Yet must He struggle on, Falling again,
Thrice is He stricken to Earth by pain.
Jesus of Galilee, Scorned and alone,
Not yet forsaken of All Thine own.
Lord, we will follow Thee Suff'ring betrayed,
Eager to stand, where Thy cross is laid.
Tracing each drop of Thy Blood in the dust,
Counting each wound where Thy Scourge was thrust.
Jesus of Galilee Stricken and torn,
Give us a share in Thy Crown of thorn.