From Beth­lehem to Cal­va­ry,
The Sav­ior’s jour­ney lay;
Doubt, un­be­lief, scorn, fear and hate
Beset Him day by day,
But in His heart He bore God’s love
That bright­ened all the way.

O’er the Ju­de­an hills He walked,
Serene and brave of soul,
He sought the beat­en paths of men,
He touched and made them whole;
He died at last for love of man,
On Cal­va­ry’s dark­ened knoll.

He went with pa­tient steps and slow,
As one who scat­ters seed;
Like a fierce hun­ger in His heart,
He felt the world’s great need,
And the ne­ga­tions Moses gave
He changed to lov­ing deed.

From Beth­le­hem to Cal­va­ry
The world still fol­lows on,
E’en as the halt and blind of old
Along His path were drawn;
Through Cal­va­ry’s clouds they seek the light
That led Him to the dawn.