Invitation. C. M. A Man of Sorrow. |
A Man of Sorrow. (229) A pilgrim through this lonely world, The blessed Savior passed; A mourner all his life was he, A dying Lamb at last 2 That tender heart which felt for all, For us its life-blood gave; It found on earth no resting-place. Save only in the grave. 3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear The cross with all its scorn? Or love a faithless, evil world That wreathed his brow with thorn? 4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles, Like him obedient still, We homeward press, through storm or calm, To Zion's blessed hill. H. Bonar.
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