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1. 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.
2. The awful sorrow of His face,
The bowing of His frame,
Come not from torture nor disgrace:
He fears not Cross nor shame.
3. There is a deeper pang of grief,
An agony unknown,
In which His love find no relief—
He bears it all alone.
4. He thinks of all for whom His life
Of lowliness and pain,
And weariness and care and strife,
Will be, alas, in vain.
5. 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.
6. 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.
7. 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.