West-ward lead - ing, still pro-ceeding, Guide us to Thy perfect light. 4 Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom;Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. 5 Glorious now behold Him arise King, and God, and Sacrifice, Alleluia, Alleluia! Heaven and earth replies. |