5.
“I have trodden the wine-press alone.”
Thus our High-Priest enters the holy place
With His Own Blood to intercede; and now,
Calls us to join with Him, and leaves below
His prayer, and His example, and His grace;—
His Spirit in our hearts, in this short space
Given for repentance. Thus He bids us know
His groanings of unutterable woe,
And 'neath the cloud of God's averted face
Mourns in our heart of hearts. O awful scene!
Where our High-Priest, as if within the vail,
By us below is interceding seen,
In that dark night of anguish kneeling pale,
With crying, and with tears, and failing breath,
Pleading with Him Who can redeem from death.
