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THE REDEEMER'S SIGH.
“And looking up to Heaven, He sighed.”
Mark vii. 34.
And did The gentle Saviour sigh,
As once He wept a tear,
When sorrow dimm'd His mournful eye
Drawn from a mortal sphere?
As once He wept a tear,
When sorrow dimm'd His mournful eye
Drawn from a mortal sphere?
Then let the Church this breathing sign
Of Christ's unutter'd thought,
With all that spoken love combine
With which each word was fraught.
Of Christ's unutter'd thought,
With all that spoken love combine
With which each word was fraught.
For, oh, it proves a symbol deep
Beyond what language tells
When most true Pathos bids us weep
Beneath her moving spells—
Beyond what language tells
When most true Pathos bids us weep
Beneath her moving spells—
How Christ in sorrow, pangs, and tears,
Though social, stood alone,
Since while He wept for others' fears,
He chiefly sigh'd His own.
Though social, stood alone,
Since while He wept for others' fears,
He chiefly sigh'd His own.
And in that hour, when doing good,
While making dumbness speak,
Dark meanings fill'd His solitude,
And shaded brow and cheek.
While making dumbness speak,
Dark meanings fill'd His solitude,
And shaded brow and cheek.
When sinful men a boon bestow,
Bright gladness marks the hour;
They do not sigh, but only glow
To feel their gracious power;
Bright gladness marks the hour;
They do not sigh, but only glow
To feel their gracious power;
But such the cup of anguish quaff'd
Emmanuel in His gloom,—
He wept and sigh'd, but never laugh'd,
From manger to the tomb!
Emmanuel in His gloom,—
He wept and sigh'd, but never laugh'd,
From manger to the tomb!
His life was one celestial pain,
A martyrdom of care;
Denial had its perfect reign
In each perfection there.
A martyrdom of care;
Denial had its perfect reign
In each perfection there.
Through all some crucifixion ran,
The Cross became His will,
Where God beheld a faultless man,
And cries, “Behold him!” still.
The Cross became His will,
Where God beheld a faultless man,
And cries, “Behold him!” still.
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