1 Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep
For human ministry;
It knows not how to tell itself
To any but to Thee.
2 Thou dost remember still, amid
The glories of God’s throne,
The sorrows of mortality,
For they were once Thine own.
3 Yes: for, as if Thou wouldst be God,
Even in Thy misery,
There’s been no sorrow but Thine own,
Untouched by sympathy.
4 Jesus, my fainting spirit brings
Its fearfulness to Thee;
Thine eye, at least, can penetrate
The clouded mystery.
5 And is it not, O Lord, enough,
This holy sympathy?
There is no sorrow e’er so deep
But I may bring to Thee.
6 It is enough, my precious Lord,
Thy tender sympathy!
My every sin and sorrow can
Devolve itself on Thee.
7 As God, Thou graspedst e’en the whole
Of human misery;
Thine own alone lay desolate,
That Thou might pitied be.
8 Thy risen life but fits Thee more
For kindly sympathy;
Thy love unhindered rests upon
Each bruisèd branch in Thee.
9 Jesus! Thou hast availed to search
My deepest malady;
It freely flows—more freely finds
The gracious remedy.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12146
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|The Cyber Hymnal #12146||Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep||Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep||PALESTINE||Horatius Bonar||CM||<cite>The Bible Hymn-Book</cite>, 1845|