Verse 1:
Throned upon the awful tree,
Lamb of God, Your grief we see.
Darkness veils Your anguished face;
None its line of woe can trace.
None can tell what pangs unknown
Hold You silent and alone.
Verse 2:
Silent through those three dread hours,
Wrestling with the evil powers,
Left alone with human sin,
Gloom around You and within,
Til th’appointed time is nigh,
Till the Lamb of God may die.
Verse 3:
Hark, that cry that peals aloud
Upward through the whelming cloud!
You, the Father’s only Son,
You, His own anointed one,
You are asking – can I be?
“Why have You forsaken Me?”
Verse 4:
Lord, should fear and anguish roll
Darkly o’er our sinful soul,
You, who once were thus bereft
That Your own might ne’er be life,
Teach us by that bitter cry
In the gloom to know You nigh.
