“Jesus bore his sorrows alone, but shares His glory with his people.”
Lord, Thou didst bear
The hidings of His face who was thine all!
The noon-tide air
Scarce fanned thy bleeding brow; the bitter gall
Had touched thy lips; and fled was every friend!
Thus wert Thou left alone, Thy life of toil to end!
And Thou hast died;
For sinners, Lord, Thy precious life was given!
Thou hast supplied
Our every need; and now enthroned in heaven,
Thou art yet waiting for the joyful day,
The hour when Thou from earth shalt call Thy saints away.
And Thou hast met
Thy Father’s smile, hast won Thy glorious rest;
And no regret,
No sorrow now can fill Thy peaceful breast;
Thy toils and trials past, Thy sufferings o’er,
Sweet thought, Thou blessed One! “those eyes shall weep no more.”
Yet not alone
Thou bearest the glory, Lord of life and love
Though all thine own
Thy sorrows were; and none below, above,
Thy deep, surpassing griefs and pangs could share,
When, singly, Thou Thyself our weight of sin didst bear.
Thy glories, Lord—
Thy bright inheritance, a crown, a throne—
Thou in Thy word
Hast promised those whom Thou didst call Thine own.
Ο wondrous grace, too high for us to scan,
The Son of God thus links Himself in love to man!
Lord, we are, now,
United unto Thee, our living Head;
May we then see,
By faith, a risen Savior, who was dead,
But ever liveth now to intercede,
And for His “little ones” in this dark world to plead!
And thus we may
Still rise above the fading objects here,
And view the day
When, “Lord of Lords” the Savior shall appear;
Content to follow Him, to bear the Cross,
Counting for His free love, all things beside “but loss.”
C. A. H.