Hymn 190 — O Lord, Thy wondrous story
| 190 | J. N. DARBY (1800-1882) | 7.6.7.6. |
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O Lord, Thy wondrous story Our inmost soul doth move, And, ending in the glory, We trace Thy path of love. | |
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No eye was found to pity, No heart to bear Thy woe, But shame, and scorn, and spitting: None cared Thy Name to know. | |
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O day of greatest sorrow, Day of unfathomed grief! When Thou didst taste the horror Of wrath without relief. | |
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Thus, with all grief acquainted, Blest Man of sorrows here, Thy love, by ill untainted, To death Thy feet did bear. | |
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In death, obedience yielding To God Thy Father's will, Love still its power was wielding To meet all human ill. | |
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But, O divine Sojourner, Midst man's unfathomed ill, Love that made Thee a mourner, It is not man's to tell! | |
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We worship when we see Thee In all Thy sorrowing path; We long soon to be with Thee Who bore for us the wrath! | |
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Come then, expected Saviour; Thou Man of sorrows, Come! Almighty, blest Deliv'rer, And take us to Thee -- home. | |