Hymn Selection

190

7.6.7.6.


1
O LORD, Thy wonderous story
Our inmost soul doth move,
And, ending in the glory,
We trace Thy path of love.
2
No eye was found to pity,
No heart to bear Thy woe,
But shame, and scorn, and spitting:
None cared Thy Name to know.
3
O day of greatest sorrow,
Day of unfathomed grief!
When Thou didst taste the horror
Of wrath without relief.
4
Thus, with all grief acquainted,
Blest Man of sorrows here,
Thy love, by ill untainted,
To death Thy feet did bear.
5
In death, obedience yielding
To God Thy Father's will,
Love still its power was wielding
To meet all human ill.
6
But, O divine Sojourner,
Midst man's unfathomed ill,
Love that made Thee a mourner,
It is not man's to tell!
7
We worship when we see Thee
In all Thy sorrowing path;
We long soon to be with Thee
Who bore for us the wrath!
8
Come then, expected Saviour;
Thou Man of sorrows, Come!
Almighty, blest Deliv'rer,
And take us to Thee - home.

J.N. Darby

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