1 Weep not Him who onward bears
His cross to Calvary;
He does not ask man's pitying tears,
Who wills for man to die.
2 The awful sorrow of His face,
The bowing of His frame,
Come not from torture of disgrace;
He fears not cross or shame.
3 There is a deeper pang of grief,
An agony unknown,
In which His love finds no relief;
He bears it all alone.
4 He thinks of all for whom His life
Of lowliness and pain,
And weariness and care and strife
Will be, alas, in vain.
5 He sees the souls for whom He dies
Yet clinging to their sin,
And heirs of mansions in the skies
Who will not enter in.
6 Ah! this, my Savior, was the shame
That bowed Thy head so low,
These were the wounds that wracked Thy frame,
And made Thy tears to flow.
7 O may I in Thy sorrow share,
And mourn that sins of mine
Should ever wound with grief or care
That loving heart of Thine.
Amen.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895