Thou Who Didst Stoop Below

Thou

who didst stoop be­low

To drain the cup of woe

Wearing the form of full mor­tal­ity

Thy bless­èd la­bors done

The crown of vic­to­ry won

Hath passed from earth

Passed to Thy home on high.

Our eyes be­held Thee not

Yet hast Thou not for­got

Those who have placed their hope

Their trust in Thee;

Before Thy Fa­ther’s face

Thou hast pre­pared a place

That where Thou art

There they may al­so be.

It was no path of flow­ers

Through this dark world of ours

Belovèd of the Fa­ther

Thou didst tread:

And shall we in dis­may

Shrink from the nar­row way

When clouds and dark­ness

Are around it spread?

O Thou who art our life

Be with us through the strife

Thy ho­ly head by earth’s

Fierce storms was bowed;

Raise Thou our eyes ab­ove

To see a Fa­ther’s love

Beam

like the bow of pro­mise

Through the cloud.

E’en through the aw­ful gloom

Which hov­ers o’er the tomb

That light of love our

Guiding star shall be;

Our spir­its will not dread

The sha­dowy way to tread

Friend

guard­ian

Sav­ior

Which doth lead to Thee.