Down the Via Dolor osa in Jeru salem that day
The s oldiers tried to c lear the narrow st reet
But the c rowd pressed in to see
A Man condemned to die on Calvary
He was bleeding
from a beating, there were stripes upon His back
And He wore a crown of thorns upon His head
And He bore with every step
The scorn of those who cried out for His death
Down the Via Dolorosa called the way of suffering
Like a lamb came the Mes siah, Christ the King,
But He chose to walk that road out of His lo ve
For you and me.
Down the Via Dolo rosa, all the way to Calvary.