6.
“Blessed are they which have been sorrowful for all Thy
scourges; for they shall rejoice for Thee, when they have seen
all Thy glory, and shall be glad for ever.”
Thy sorrows were one cloud of black amaze,
Unmitigated gloom due to our sin;
But unto us an angel face comes in,
And still with solitary sweetness stays,
Pleading to tender sympathies within
For Thee and for Thy sorrows, while we gaze,
Amid the gathering storm; as fain to win
From recklessness of our too mirthful days
To love Thy sorrows, and to be with Thee,
Rather than in the world. Thus unto me
A star comes out beyond the stormy sky
That wrapt Thee round; to us Thy Blood is Wine,
Thy griefs our hope, Thy dying Life divine,
Refreshment in Thine anguish-drooping Eye.
