O Christ! who once has seen Thy visioned beauty - He counts all gain but loss, And other things are naught if he may win Thee And share with Thee Thy Cross And he on whom its shadow once has fallen, Walks quietly and aprt; He holds the master-key of joy and sorrow That opens every heart. The burdened souls that pass him on the highway Turn back to take his hand, And murmur low, with tear-wet eyes of anguish, "You know - you understand." Back