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Katharine Tynan - A Holy Week Song, 1918
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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.
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