From pain to pain, from woe to woe, With loving hearts and footsteps slow To Calvary with Christ we go. See how his precious blood At every station pours; Was ever grief like his, Was ever sin like ours?
From pain to pain, from woe to woe, With loving hearts and footsteps slow To Calvary with Christ we go. See how his precious blood At every station pours; Was ever grief like his, Was ever sin like ours?