
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #III.XVI (1766) Lyrics: 1 Now let our Pains be all forgot,
Our Hearts no more repine,
Our Suff'rings are not worth a Thought,
When, Lord, compar'd with thine.
2 In lively Figures here we see
The bleeding Prince of Love;
Each of us Hope, He dy'd for me,
And then our Griefs remove.
[3 Our humble Faith here takes her Rise,
While sitting round his Board;
And back to Calvary she flies,
To view her groaning Lord.
4 His Soul, what Agonies it felt
When his own God withdrew;
And the large Load of all our Guilt
Lay heavy on him too.
5 But the Divinity within
Supported him to bear:
Dying, he conquer'd Hell and Sin,
And made his Triumph there.]
6 Grace, Wisdom, Justice, join'd and wrought
The Wonders of that Day;
No mortal Tongue, nor mortal Thought,
Can equal Thanks repay.
7 Our Hymns should sound like those above,
Could we our Voices raise;
Yet, Lord, our Hearts shall all be Love,
And all our Lives be Praise. Topics: Christ His Sufferings; Christ Humiliation and Exaltation Languages: English
Now let our Pains be all forgot