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| THRONED upon the awful Tree, | |
| King of grief, I watch with Thee | |
| Darkness veils Thine anguished face, | |
| None its lines of woe can trace, | |
| None can tell what pangs unknown | 5 |
| Hold Thee silent and alone. | |
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| Silent through those three dread hours | |
| Wrestling with the evil powers; | |
| Left alone with human sin, | |
| Gloom around Thee and within, | 10 |
| Till the appointed time is nigh, | |
| Till the Lamb of God may die. | |
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| Hark that cry that peals aloud | |
| Upward through the whelming cloud | |
| Thou, the Father’s only Son, | 15 |
| Thou, His own Anointed One, | |
| Thou dost ask Him—can it be? | |
| Why hast Thou forsaken Me? | |
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| Lord, should fear and anguish roll | |
| Darkly o’er my sinful soul, | 20 |
| Thou, who once wast thus bereft | |
| That Thine own might ne’er be left— | |
| Teach me by that bitter cry | |
| In the gloom to know Thee nigh. | |
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