Dear Lord, Amid the Throng

Verse 1

Dear Lord, amid the throng that pressed Around Thee on the cursed tree, Some loyal, loving hearts were there, Some pitying eyes that wept for Thee.

Verse 2

Like them may we rejoice to own Our dying Lord, tho' crowned with thorn; Like thee, Thy blessed self, endure The cross with all its joy or scorn.

Verse 3

Thy cross, Thy lonely path of pain Show what Thy brethren all should be; Pilgrims on earth disowned by men, But living yet Thy victory!