The phrase "scorn" resonates through 20 hymns, touching hearts across generations.
scorn
...O Lord, our God, Thy mercy show,
For man’s contempt and scorn we know;
Reproach and shame Thy saints endure...
O Lord, our God, Thy mercy show,
For man’s contempt and scorn we know;
Reproach and shame Thy saints endure
...See, He lives in yonder manger,
By the world cast out in scorn.
Mark Him well, for this is He,...
See, He lives in yonder manger,
By the world cast out in scorn.
Mark Him well, for this is He,
...And patient still and lowly,
Thyself to scorn didst offer;
Our sins by Thee were taken,...
And patient still and lowly,
Thyself to scorn didst offer;
Our sins by Thee were taken,
...And all its rage defies.
Calm it replies with resolute scorn
To furious cruelty,...
And all its rage defies.
Calm it replies with resolute scorn
To furious cruelty,
...O who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men before;
So meek, forgiving, Godlike, high...
O who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men before;
So meek, forgiving, Godlike, high
...The fear of man thus brings a snare,
For few his frown and scorn can bear,
But they should think what Jesus says,...
The fear of man thus brings a snare,
For few his frown and scorn can bear,
But they should think what Jesus says,
...O who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, so lowly, yet so high,...
O who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, so lowly, yet so high,
...A reed in His right hand;
Before the soldiers’ spite and scorn
I see my Savior stand....
A reed in His right hand;
Before the soldiers’ spite and scorn
I see my Savior stand.
...Oh, who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,...
Oh, who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
...Thy duty pursuing, dare all and prevail.
If scorn be thy portion, if hatred and loss,
If stripes or a prison, remember the cross....
Thy duty pursuing, dare all and prevail.
If scorn be thy portion, if hatred and loss,
If stripes or a prison, remember the cross.
...Let them approach, He cries,
Nor scorn their humble claim;
The heirs of Heav’n are such as these,...
Let them approach, He cries,
Nor scorn their humble claim;
The heirs of Heav’n are such as these,
...In the sight of all about us
We endure reproach and scorn.
O how long against Thy people...
In the sight of all about us
We endure reproach and scorn.
O how long against Thy people
...With light and life the nations bless;
In Zion, long the sinner’s scorn,
Be numerous sons and daughters born....
With light and life the nations bless;
In Zion, long the sinner’s scorn,
Be numerous sons and daughters born.
...With Jesus war to wage;
God laughs to scorn their mad design,
And foils their impious rage....
With Jesus war to wage;
God laughs to scorn their mad design,
And foils their impious rage.
...The Lord of old defiled their shields,
And laughed their spears to scorn,
Their bones lay scattered o’er the field,...
The Lord of old defiled their shields,
And laughed their spears to scorn,
Their bones lay scattered o’er the field,
...Who honors godly men,
But scorns the false and vile,
Who keeps his promised word to all,...
Who honors godly men,
But scorns the false and vile,
Who keeps his promised word to all,
...On that foreboding path:
The sins of man, the devil’s scorn,
And God’s all-righteous wrath....
On that foreboding path:
The sins of man, the devil’s scorn,
And God’s all-righteous wrath.
...Christ’s growing empire to restrain!
And with presumptuous scorn oppose
The Gospel’s everlasting reign!...
Christ’s growing empire to restrain!
And with presumptuous scorn oppose
The Gospel’s everlasting reign!
...When shall the just revive, and reign
O’er all that scorned them here?
God will my naked soul receive...
When shall the just revive, and reign
O’er all that scorned them here?
God will my naked soul receive
...Be our domestic altars raised;
Who, Lord of Heaven, scorns not to dwell
With saints, in their obscurest cell....
Be our domestic altars raised;
Who, Lord of Heaven, scorns not to dwell
With saints, in their obscurest cell.
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