30. O bleeding heart, look up, behold

O bleeding heart, look up, behold
He hangs upon a Cross of dread,
Who bore a load of grief untold,
And, crowned with sorrow, bowed the head;
His heart once bled, O bleeding heart;
His hand can soothe thy cruel smart.

He knows thy grief, He knows it well,
The cruel loss, the fearful gloom;
For on His soul an anguish fell,
Among the mourners at the tomb;
His heart with sympathy can bless;
He knows thy sorrow's loneliness.

Bear it to Him, and leave it there,
And dawn shall chase the night away,
And all the shadow of thy care,
Melt as the clouds at opening day;
And gladness born of fearful night,
Rise in thy soul with joyous light.

Text Information
First Line: O bleeding heart, look up, behold
Title: O bleeding heart, look up, behold
Translator: John Brownlie
Meter: 8,8,8,8,8,8
Language: English
Publication Date: 1920
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