Thy sorrows, Savior, we retrace

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Thy sorrows, Savior, we retrace,
And tears of praise Thy griefs compel.
What love and grace illume Thy face
As Jesus, as Immanuel!
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Amid Thy loneliness below,
What scorn and outrage Thee befell:
Deep shame and woe, rude blow on blow,
Endured for us, Immanuel!
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But oh, what grief, what agony,
When wrathful judgment’s awful spell
Burst over Thee on Calv’ry’s tree,
God’s Lamb for us, Immanuel!
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Arisen radiant from the dead,
Thy sorrow’s scars forever tell,
Creation’s Head is He who bled—
Still Jesus, still Immanuel!
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E’en now from saints, in concord sweet,
Celestial strains of worship well;
For, O, ’tis meet glad songs should greet
Thy heart of love, Immanuel!
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But when Thy glorious face we see,
How shall the bursting paean swell!
Our souls shall be outpoured for Thee—
Outpoured for Thee, Immanuel!
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T. Diyan

London, United Kingdom

Thank You creation's Head who bled Jesus Immanuel. When Thy glorious face we see our souls shall be outpoured for Thee.

Thank You Lord for Your vicarious suffering and death. We do love You. May You be satisfied!