1 O Lord, by faith we look above,
And crowned with brightest glory see
Thyself, by man once crowned with thorns,
And hear Thee say, "Remember Me."
2 The cross! 'twas there Thou bowedst Thy head;
There deeper pangs than mortals know
Did rend Thy heart, and deepest floods
Of wrath divine did Thee o'erflow.
3 Thine anguish, Lord, in that dread hour,
When God in justice hid His face,
And earth and hell conjoined their pow'r,
Surpasses human thought to trace.
4 Thine anguish, Lord, in that dread hour,
When God in justice hid His face,
And earth and hell conjoined their pow'r,
Surpasses human thought to trace.
4 Love brought Thee down, love led Thee on,
Nor ought Thy steadfast heart could move,
Till all redemption's toil was done;
Oh, matchless mystery of love!
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| First Line: | O Lord, by faith we look above |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1987 |