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161- Throned Upon the Awful Tree

Jesus Christ: Sufferings and Death

1

  • Throned upon the awful tree,
  • Lamb of God, Your grief we see.
  • Darkness veils Your anguished face;
  • None its lines of woe can trace.
  • None can tell what pangs unknown
  • Hold You silent and alone.

2

  • Silent through those three dread hours,
  • Wrestling with the evil powers,
  • Left alone with human sin,
  • Gloom around You and within,
  • Till th'appointed time is nigh,
  • 'Till the Lamb of God may die.

3

  • Hark, that cry that peals aloud
  • Upward through the whelming cloud!
  • You, the Father's only Son,
  • You, His own anointed one,
  • You are asking can it be?
  • "Why have You forsaken Me?"

4

  • Lord, should fear and anguish roll
  • Darkly o'er our sinful soul,
  • You, who once were thus bereft
  • That Your own might ne'er be left,
  • Teach us by that bitter cry
  • In the gloom to know You nigh.