
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16600 Meter: 9.8.9.8 D First Line: In the dusk of our sorrowful hours Lyrics:
1 In the dusk of our sorrowful hours,
The time of our trouble and tears,
With frost at the heart of the flowers,
And blight on the bloom of the years,
Like mother voice tenderly hushing
The sound of the sob and the moan,
We hear, when the anguish is crushing,
"He trod in the winepress alone."
2 How sudden soe’er the disaster,
Or heavy the hand that may smite,
We’re yet in the grace of the Master,
We never are out of His sight.
Though winnowing winds of temptation
May forth from all quarters be blown,
We’re sure of the coming salvation,
The Lord will remember His own.
3 Our Savior sure knows to the utmost
The pangs that the mortal can bear;
No mortal hath pain that the Master
Refuses to heal or to share.
And cries that ascend to the Loving,
Who bowed Him for us to atone,
Are hushed at the gentle reproving,
"He trod in the winepress alone."
Languages: English Tune Title: IQUIQUE
He Trod Alone