The Man of Sorrows
Part 2
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 armour
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 accursèd 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 savour
Shone forth in every deed,
And showed God’s loving favour
To every soul in need.
