You walked alone, the cross’s narrow way

You walked alone, the cross’s narrow way;
Gethsemane—there we went our ways.
The Shepherd, lone, sheepless, staggers on,
In dark and cold, embers nearly gone.

Why walk alone the cross’s narrow way?
Your words of grace, men with curse repay.
Instead of sighs, mockery they make;
Why did Your God His dear Son forsake?

Alone, You took the cross’s narrow way;
On Calv’ry’s mount, bore my sins away.
By piercéd hands, am I yet constrained?
By wounded side’s strong embrace contained?

With You I take the cross’s narrow way,
The world forsake, soul-life in the grave.
“Do you love Me?” “Yes, Lord, I love You!”
Nothing I heed, but Your footsteps true.