Dylan's Poem From Easter Sunday

To Jerusalem He set His face,

Before all things were formed,

to come and save the wretched race,

that all his justice scorned.

To Jerusalem He set His face,

A way before him now prepared,

and the will of God embraced,

A world so long by sin ensnared

To Jerusalem He set His face,

God among us come to dwell,

Who pierced the ends of love to trace,

the very joy that heavens tell

To Jerusalem he set His face,

and so gazed his knowing eyes,

On the cup that He would taste,

that would bring his own demise

To Jerusalem he set His face,

And walked He hither still,

In submitted stride and pace,

To His Father's perfect will.

To Jerusalem he set his face

as he descends upon the hill,

as "Hosanna" sings the sovereign grace,

that would cause his blood to spill.

To Jerusalem he set his face,

Against that fated mount,

where he came to all disgrace,

And his blood flowed as a fount.

To Jerusalem he set his face,

God now hanging on the tree,

and here the Father now forsakes,

His Son to die and bleed.

To Jerusalem he set his face,

As he bore our griefs and pains

Who now stands to plead our case

and wash all our crimson stains.

So now sinners come and see,

And set your face alike,

Look now to him who sets you free

To your bleeding sacrifice.