The "Man of Sorrows"

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" Ye know the grace of our Lod Jesus Christ, that, though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, that ye through his poverty might be rich." (2 Cor. 8: 9.)
O ever homeless Stranger
Thus dearest Friend to me;
An outcast in a manger,
That Thou might'st with us be
How rightly rose the praises
Of heaven, that wondrous night,
When shepherds hid their faces
In brightest angel-light I
More just those acclamations,
Than when the glorious band
Chanted earth's deep foundations,
Just laid by God's right hand.
Come now, and view that manger,
The Lord of Glory see,
A houseless, homeless, Stranger, —
" To God, in th' highest, glory,
And peace on earth," to find:
And learn that wondrous story,
" Good pleasure in mankind."
(How bless'd those heavenly spirits
Who joy increasing find,
That, spite of our demerits,
God's pleasure's in mankind;
And chant the highest glory
Of Him they praise above,
In telling out the story,
Of God come down in love!)
Oh, strange yet fit beginning,
Of all that life of woe,
In which Thy grace was winning
Poor man his God to know!
Bless'd Babe! who lowly liest
In manger-cradle there;
Descended from the highest,
Our sorrows all to share.
Oh, suited now in nature
For Love's Divinest ways,
To make the fallen creature
The vessel, of Thy praise
O Love! all thought surpassing!
That Thou should'st with us be:
Nor yet in triumph passing,
But-human infancy!
We cling to thee in weakness,
The manger and the cross;
We gaze upon Thy meekness,
Through suffering, pain and loss;
There see the Godhead glory
Shine through that human veil;
And willing, hear the story
Of love that's come to heal!
My soul in secret follows
The footsteps of His love;
I trace the Man of sorrows,
His boundless grace to prove.
A Child in growth and stature,
Yet full of wisdom rare;
Sonship in conscious nature,
His words and ways declare.
Yet still, in meek submission,
His patient path He trod,
To wait His heavenly mission,
Unknown to all but God.
But who, Thy path of service,
Thy steps removed from ill,
Thy patient love to serve us,
With human tongue can tell?
Midst sin, and all corruption,
Where hatred did abound,
Thy path of true perfection
Was light on all around.
In scorn, neglect reviling,
Thy patient grace stood fast,
Man's malice. unavailing
To move Thy heart to haste.
O'er all, Thy perfect goodness,
Rose blessedly divine;
Poor hearts oppressed with sadness,
Found ever rest in Thine.
The strong man in his armor
Thou mettest in Thy grace;
Did'st spoil the mighty charmer
Of our unhappy race. '
The chains of man, his victim,
Were loosened by Thy Hand,
No evils that afflict him
Before Thy power could stand.
Disease, and death, and demon,
All fled, before
Thy word, As darkness, the dominion
Of day's returning lord!
The love that bore our burden'
On the accursed tree,
Would give the heart its pardon,
And set the sinner free.
Love, that made Thee a mourner
In this sad world of woe,
Made wretched man a scorner
Of grace, that brought Thee low;
Still in Thee, love's sweet savor
Shone forth in every deed,
And showed God's loving favor
To every soul in need,
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I pause:—for, in Thy vision,
The day is hastening now,
When, for our lost condition,
Thy holy head shall bow;
When, deep to deep still calling,
The waters reach Thy soul,
And, death and wrath appalling,
Their waves shall o'er Thee roll.
O day of mightiest sorrow,
Day of unfathomed grief!
When Thou should'st taste the horror
Of wrath, without relief:
O day of man's dishonor 1
When, for Thy love supreme,
He sought to mar Thine honor,
Thy glory turn to shame:
O day of our confusion
When Satan's darkness lay,
In hatred, and delusion,
On ruined nature's way.
Thou soughtest for compassion,
Some heart Thy grief to know,
To watch Thine hour of passion,
For comforters in woe.
No. eye was found to pity,
No heart to bear Thy woe:
But shame, and scorn, and spitting;
None cared Thy Name to know.
The pride of careless greatness.
Could wash its hands of Thee:
Priests, that should plead for weakness,
Must Thine accusers be!
Man's boasting love disowns Thee:
Thine own Thy danger flee;
A Judas only owns Thee,
That Thou may'st captive be.
O man how! hast thou proved
What in thy heart is found;
By grace divine unmoved,
By self in fetters bound I
Yet, with all grief acquainted,
The Man of sorrows view
Unmoved, by ill untainted,
The path of grace pursue
In death, obedience yielding
'To God His Father's will,
Love still its powers wielding
To meet all human ill.
On him who had disowned Thee
Thine eye could look in Jove,
'Midst threats and taunts around Thee;
To tears of grace to. move!
What words of love and mercy
Flow from those lips of grace,
For followers that desert Thee,
For sinners in disgrace
The robber learned, beside Thee
Upon the cross of shame,
While taunts and jeers deride Thee,,
The savor of Thy name.
Then, finished all, in meekness,
Thou to Thy Father's hand
(Perfect Thy strength in weakness),
Thy spirit dolt commend.
O Lord! Thy wondrous story
My inmost soul loth move; '
I ponder o'er thy glory.
Thy lonely path of love.
But, 0 Divine Sojourner,
'Midst man's unfit homed ill,
Love, that made Thee a mourner,
It is not man's to tell I
We worship, when we see Thee
In all Thy sorrowing path;
We long soon to be with Thee
Who bore for us the wrath!
Come, then, expected Savior,
Thou Man of Sorrows, come!
Almighty, blest Deliverer!
And take us to Thee—home.