Countless feet have trod these stones
Come here, from the thrall of days
Racked with pain and stifling moil
Seeking but the Saviour’s ways.
Does He live beneath this vault
Good as all the stained glass shows?
Did he brave the worst of men
Blessing, while He took their blows?
Could I trust my parcel small
To this Friend from Galilee
Does He even care at all?
Hear my cries; my burden see?
Yes, my spirit answers “Yes”
Most trustworthy of all Kings
Pledging e’en to share His throne
Grasping this, my spirit sings.
All outside is blocked a while
Whispers, echoes strangely bless
Touch His robe, the King of Peace
And the King of Righteousness.