On this path that narrows, daily
Snakes hiss on every side~
I remember the Rock that cracked
at Gethsemane~
Where my Master cried.
He endured for the joy set before him
(My hopeless soul was on his mind),
And the wicked wove a cruel crown.
They pierced his tender side.
So as I walk, remembering
His love lays a hold on me:
The Rock that cleaved~
The tears that heaved~
His blood, a surging sea.
Now we see the world, in a rage, a-writhing
With pangs of deep travail.
With pangs of deep travail.
But God is seated on his throne, alway
His word will never fail.
His word will never fail.
O sing and sing to the God of glory
Who sent his holy child Jesus to die
That evermore love's joy resound
Death drowned by love, so high.
(~sister Abby Elizabeth)