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The
walk was long and lonely
Though
His footprints, thus remain
In
the hearts of His children
Those
that love and praise His name.
Never
before a man like this
To
hold His Father's banner so high
Came
willing the bear the cross
Willing
to hang there and die.
Yea,
willing for the crown of thorns
The spikes
to be driven in His hands and feet
The
thrusting of the spear in His side
To
make His Father's plan complete.
The lengthening shadow now
has passed
No more to walk Golgotha's
lonely hill
The unmerited gift He has
freely given
For the love of His
Father's will.
His light now ever cascading
From the precious throne of
God
His everlasting love o'er
flowing
No more the low ground of
sorrow to trod.
Gave His life a ransom for
mankind
Now walks on heaven's street
of gold
Gone to prepare for us a
mansion
What a precious Savior
we will behold.
Soon He'll be coming back
His triumph walk on clouds
of glory so fair
His footsteps never again on
earth
We'll meet our precious
Savior in the air.
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