161 Throned Upon the Awful Tree
[1]
Throned upon the awful tree
Lamb of God Your grief we see.
Darkness veils Your anguished face;
None its lines of woe can trace.
None can tell what pangs unknown
Hold You silent and alone.
Throned upon the awful tree
Lamb of God Your grief we see.
Darkness veils Your anguished face;
None its lines of woe can trace.
None can tell what pangs unknown
Hold You silent and alone.
[2]
Silent through those three dread hours
Wrestling with the evil powers
Left alone with human sin
Gloom around You and within
Till th appointed time is nigh
Till the Lamb of God may die.
Silent through those three dread hours
Wrestling with the evil powers
Left alone with human sin
Gloom around You and within
Till th appointed time is nigh
Till the Lamb of God may die.
[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 it be?
"Why have You forsaken Me?"
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 it be?
"Why have You forsaken Me?"
[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 left
Teach us by that bitter cry
In the gloom to know You nigh
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 left
Teach us by that bitter cry
In the gloom to know You nigh