He was led into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil. He was led to the brow of the hill by men filled with wrath, that they might cast Him down headlong. He was led away by Annas; led away to Caiaphas; led into the counsel of the elders and the chief priests and scribes; led to Pontius Pilate, and into the hall of judgment. And then He, our Lord Jesus Christ, was led as a sheep to the slaughter; led away to be crucified! Never once was He gently led. F.R.H.
When the storm is raging high,
When the tempest rends the sky,
When my eyes with tears are dim,
Then, my soul, "consider Him."
When my plans are in the dust,
When my dearest hopes are crushed,
When is past each foolish whim,
Then, my soul, "consider Him."
When with dearest friends I part,
When deep sorrow fills my heart,
When pain racks each weary limb,
Then, my soul, "consider Him."
When I track my weary way,
When fresh trials come each day,
When my faith and hope are dim,
Then, my soul, "consider Him."
Cloud or sunshine, dark or bright,
Evening shades, or morning light,
When my cup flows o'er the brim,
Then, my soul, "consider Him."