The Man of Sorrows

By: J.N. Darby

Part 4

On him who had disowned Thee Thine eye could look in love- ‘Midst threats and taunts around Thee- To tears of grace to move.

What words of love and mercy Flow from those lips of grace, For followers that desert Thee; For sinners in disgrace!

The robber learned beside Thee, Upon the cross of shame- While taunts and jeers deride Thee- The savour of Thy Name.

Then, finished all, in meekness Thou to Thy Father’s hand (Perfect Thy strength in weakness,) Thy spirit dost commend.

O Lord! Thy wondrous story My inmost soul doth move; I ponder o’er Thy glory- Thy lonely path of love!

But, O Divine Sojourner ‘Midst man’s unfathomed ill, Love, that made Thee a mourner, It is not man’s to tell!

We worship, when we see Thee In all Thy sorrowing path; We long soon to be with Thee Who bore for us the wrath!

Come then, expected Saviour; Thou Man of Sorrows come! Almighty, blest Deliverer! And take us to Thee - home.