Must He Bear the Cross Alone?

On that cold and bit­ter plain

Our dear Sav­ior there was slain;

Made to bear a cross of sin

For a world of thank­less men.

O dear friends

it was for you

All this suf­fer­ing He passed thru;

Has af­fect­ion from you flown?

Must He bear the cross alone?

Oh

they nailed Him to the tree

Cursed Him in His ago­ny;

And the mo­ment that He died

They did pierce His bless­èd side.

Then the sun no long­er shone

And the hoa­ry hills did moan;

While the day that was so bright

Slowly turned to dark­est night.

Friends then laid Him in the tomb

Midst the ev­en­ing’s ga­ther­ing gloom;

In the night’s lone si­lence gray

Angels rolled the stone away.