See The Eternal Word Descending
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| (Heavenly Host by Kirk Richards) |
From the throne of
bliss supreme,
Love-constrained, His way now wending
Adam's children to
redeem.
Pitying the world's disaster,
Yearning to repair
its fall,
Prone upon the earth, our Master
Prayer for pardon
for us all.
O what anguish, what affliction
Hemmed Him round
on every side,
Who shall tell His dereliction!
While His
suppliant accents cried—
“O My Father! O My Father!
Let this chalice
pass away—
Yet not My will, Thy will rather
Be accomplished
this day—”
’Neath that load of anguish sinking,
Drops of blood
stood on His brow—
Wondering earth in silence drinking
One by one the
drops that flow.
But an angel swiftly gliding
Comes from heaven
to His aid;
And that form the Godhead hiding
Comfort seeks from
those He made.
To the Father praise be given—
Praise the Son, Whose Name is greater
Than all names beneath the heaven,—
Praise the Spirit,
every creature. Amen.
~Words: Unknown (old Church hymn); Translation by W. Wallace
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