Cunningham

L.M.

FROM Calvary a cry was heard,

A bitter and heart-rending cry;

My Saviour! every mournful word

Bespeaks Thy soul’s deep agony.

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A horror of great darkness fell

On Thee, Thou spotless, holy One!

And all the swarming hosts of hell

Conspired to tempt God’s only Son.

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The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace,

These Thou couldst bear, nor once repine;

But when Jehovah vailed His face,

Unutterable pangs were Thine.

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Let the dumb world its silence break;

Let pealing anthems rend the sky;

Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!

He died, that we might never die.

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Lord! on Thy cross I fix mine eye;

If e’er I lose its strong control,

Oh, let that dying, piercing cry,

Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.