Called by many The Path of Tears so very far away br Where paved with stones Jesus walked on that fateful day br Upon His back bent with pain and His face so grim br He bore a cross which was hewn from the mighty dogwood limbs People lined The Path of Tears standing on either side br Along with His precious mother, in anguish as she cried br He was so pure and holy that as he walked on by them br A woman ill was quickly healed who barely brushed His hem Yes forward up The Path of Tears to Calvary's hill he trudged br Where he was brutally crucified and then He died for us br The third day He gloriously arose and soon thereafter ascended br To join His Heavenly Father whose love was always unending Today the dogwood tree once mighty, now is delicate and jumble br With flowers of the purest white and limbs that are so fragile br Redeemed by God's Amazing Grace, to never be another cross br Instead it blossoms every spring, His Resurrection to rejoice Also redeemed The Path of Tears is today walked on in pride br By people following His footsteps and rejoicing "Jesus Is Alive" br "Alleluiah", "Alleluiah", "Praises high we sing to Jehovah" br "He is risen", "He is risen", "Alleluiah", "Alleluiah.