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1. O Lord, Thy wondrous story
\nOur inmost soul doth move,
\nAnd, ending in the glory,
\nWe trace Thy path of love.<\/p>\n
2. No eye was found to pity,
\nNo heart to bear Thy woe,
\nBut shame, and scorn, and spitting:
\nNone cared Thy Name to know.<\/p>\n
3. O day of greatest sorrow,
\nDay of unfathomed grief!
\nWhen Thou didst taste the horror
\nOf wrath without relief.<\/p>\n
4. Thus, with all grief acquainted,
\nBlest Man of sorrows here,
\nThy love, by ill untainted,
\nTo death Thy feet did bear.<\/p>\n
5. In death, obedience yielding
\nTo God Thy Father’s will,
\nLove still its power was wielding
\nTo meet all human ill.<\/p>\n
6. But, O divine Sojourner,
\nMidst man’s unfathomed ill,
\nLove that made Thee a mourner,
\nIt is not man’s to tell!<\/p>\n
7. We worship when we see Thee
\nIn all Thy sorrowing path;
\nWe long soon to be with Thee
\nWho bore for us the wrath!<\/p>\n
8. Come then, expected Saviour;
\nThou Man of sorrows, Come!
\nAlmighty, blest Deliv’rer,
\nAnd take us to Thee – home.<\/p>\n
J. N. Darby<\/p>\n
Note: this comes from a much longer poem, found here<\/a><\/strong>.<\/em><\/p>\n I found this audio clip of it online…<\/p>\n