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.