Jesus, My Sorrow Lies Too Deep

Verse 1

Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep For human ministry; It knows not how to tell itself To any but to Thee.

Verse 2

Thou dost remember still, amid The glories of God’s throne, The sorrows of mortality, For they were once Thine own.

Verse 3

Yes: for, as if Thou wouldst be God, Even in Thy misery, There’s been no sorrow but Thine own, Untouched by sympathy.

Verse 4

Jesus, my fainting spirit brings Its fearfulness to Thee; Thine eye, at least, can penetrate The clouded mystery.

Verse 5

And is it not, O Lord, enough, This holy sympathy? There is no sorrow e’er so deep But I may bring to Thee.

Verse 6

It is enough, my precious Lord, Thy tender sympathy! My every sin and sorrow can Devolve itself on Thee.

Verse 7

As God, Thou graspedst e’en the whole Of human misery; Thine own alone lay desolate, That Thou might pitied be.

Verse 8

Thy risen life but fits Thee more For kindly sympathy; Thy love unhindered rests upon Each bruisèd branch in Thee.

Verse 9

Jesus! Thou hast availed to search My deepest malady; It freely flows—more freely finds The gracious remedy.