Weep Not for Him Who Onward Bears

Weep not for Him who on­ward bears

His cross to Cal­va­ry;

He does not ask

Man’s pi­tying tears

Who wills for man to die.

The aw­ful sor­row of His face

The bow­ing of His frame

Come not from tor­ture

Or dis­grace;

He fears not cross or shame.

There is a deep­er pang of grief

An ago­ny un­known

In which His love

Finds no re­lief;

He bears it all alone.

He thinks of all for whom His life

Of low­li­ness and pain

And wea­ri­ness

And care and strife

Will be

alas

in vain.

He sees the souls for whom He dies

Yet cling­ing to their sin

And heirs of man­sions

In the skies

Who will not en­ter in.

Ah! this

my Sav­ior

was the shame

That bowed Thy head so low;

These were the wounds

That racked Thy frame

And made Thy tears to flow.

O may I in Thy sor­row share

And mourn that sins of mine

Should ev­er wound

With grief or care

That lov­ing heart of Thine.