Christian Worship Christ’s Passion.
The morning dawns upon the place,
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer;
Through brightening glooms behold his face,
No form or comeliness is there.
Last eve by those he called his own,
Betrayed, forsaken or denied,
He met his enemies alone,
In all their malice, rage, and pride.
But hark! he prays;-’tis for his foes;
He speaks;-’tis comfort to his friends;
Answers;-and Paradise bestows;
‘Tis finished!-here the conflict ends.
Truly, this was the Son of God!
-Though in a servant’s mean disguise,
And bruised beneath the Father’s rod,
Not for himself,-for man he dies.