Here you will find the Poem A Holy Week Song, 1918 of poet Katharine Tynan
Now when Christ died for man his sake A myriad men must die; His Via Crucis they must take And share His Calvary. God keep ye, gallant gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Who share Lord Jesus Christ His pain Upon this Good Friday! Now some shall turn and meet His gaze And say, 'Remember me When Thou art come to Thine own place Where ransomed sinners be!' God rest ye, gallant gentlemen, For ye are bought with price, This day there wends a shining train The way to Paradise. The day our Lord Christ lay in grave The dead are piled so high The field slow-moving like a wave Sends up a mortal cry. God love ye, gallant gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For life is born and Death is slain Upon the Easter Day.
