Chapter V: "christ and Him Crucified."

Rough our way and dark the night,
Strong our foes but small our might,
Prone to droop our faithless mind,
Life before, but death behind:
Sing we as we journey on,
--"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"[2]

Friends are few nor can they heal
Sorrows which we deepest feel;
And when needed most forsake:
Unto Jesus we'll betake,
Breathing oft, while toiling on,
--"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"

When of every joy bereft,
Nought but broken idols left,
Lone we lie upon the earth,
Strangers long to thought of mirth;
Then we'll sigh though weeping on,
--"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"

Bleeds our heart the world to see,
Chained by guilt in misery;
We would heal our brother's woes,
Break his fetters, bind his foes:
We will cry, while passing on,
--"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"

When our Home shall shine in sight,
When our fears are lost in light,
When we hear the summons given,
"Bring my way-worn ones to heaven!"
We will shout, while wafted on,
--"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"

In that perfect world above,--
Perfect light and perfect love,
At HIS feet our crowns we'll cast,
And while heaven itself shall last,
Swell the anthem ever on,
--"_Christon Estaurômenon!_"

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[2]"Christ Crucified;" Welsh, "Crist Croeshoeliedig."