The Man of Sorrows

By: J.N. Darby

Part 2

A child in growth and stature,Yet full of wisdom rare;Sonship, in conscious nature,His words and ways declare. >Yet still in meek submissionHis patient path He trod,To wait His heavenly mission,Unknown to all but God. >But who, Thy path of service,Thy steps removed from ill,Thy patient love to serve us,With human tongue can tell? >Midst sin and all corruption,Where hatred did abound,Thy path of true perfectionWas light on all around. >In scorn, neglect, reviling,Thy patient grace stood fast;Man’s malice unavailingTo move Thy heart to haste. >O’er all, Thy perfect goodnessRose blessedly divine;Poor hearts oppressed with sadnessFound ever rest in Thine. >The strong man in his armourThou mettest in Thy grace,Did’st spoil the mighty charmerOf our unhappy race. >The chains of man, his victim,Were loosened by Thy hand;No evils that afflict himBefore Thy power could stand. >Disease, and death, and demon,All fled before Thy word,As darkness the dominionOf day’s returning lord! >The love that bore our burdenOn the accursèd tree,Would give the heart its pardon,And set the sinner free! >Love, that made Thee a mournerIn this sad world of woe,Made wretched man a scornerOf grace - that brought Thee low. >Still in Thee love’s sweet savourShone forth in every deed,And showed God’s loving favourTo every soul in need.