How great was our dear Lord's distress

Verse 1

How great was our dear Lord's distress; His trials how severe: When in a howling wilderness, He strove with Satan there.

Verse 2

That foe assault's him with disdain; Thou art here left alone, To suffer hunger, thirst and pain-- Would God forsake his son!

Verse 3

Now to supply thy present need; Art thou the son of God! Command these stones that they be bread, Supply thyself with food.

Verse 4

May we reply as Jesus did, When we are tempted too! This is the means, by which we rid, Ourselves of such a foe.

Verse 5

Man does not live by bread alone, But by that sacred word: By which all things are made and done, As order'd by the Lord.

Verse 6

In various ways the tempter tried, To cause the Saviour's fall; But was defeated and defied, And miss'd his aim in all.

Verse 7

Christ conquer'd and he gain'd the day, In all he overcame-- To him we look, to him we pray, And we shall do the same.

Verse 8

To his dear word and promises, We ever have recourse; In him always have we success, To banish Satan's force.