1 Oh, day of deepest sorrow,
Day of unfathomed grief,
When Thou didst taste the horror
Of wrath without relief.
2 Thou soughtest for compassion,
Some heart Thy grief to know,
To watch Thine hour of passion--
For comforters in woe.
3 No eye was found to pity,
No heart to share Thy woe,
But shame and scorn and spitting:
None cared Thy name to know.
4 Then, finished all, in meekness
Thou to Thy Father's hand,
Perfect Thy strength in weakness,
Thy spirit didst commend.
5 O Lord, Thy wondrous story
Our inmost soul doth move;
We ponder o'er Thy glory--
Thy lonely path of love.
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| First Line: | Oh, day of deepest sorrow |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1987 |