Throned Upon the Awful Tree

Verse 1

Throned upon the awful tree, King of grief, I watch with Thee; darkness veils Thine anguished face, none its lines of woe can trace, none can tell what pangs unknown hold Thee silent and alone.

Verse 2

Silent through those three dread hours, wrestling with the evil pow'rs, left alone with human sin, gloom around Thee and within, till th'appointed time is nigh, till the Lamb of God may die.

Verse 3

Hark that cry that peals aloud upward through the whelming cloud! Thou, the Father’s only Son, Thou, His own Anointed One. Thou dost ask Him- can it be? “Why hast Thou forsaken Me?”

Verse 4

Lord, should fear and anguish roll darkly o’er my sinful soul, Thou, who once wast thus bereft that Thine own might ne’er be left- teach me by that bitter cry in the gloom to know Thee nigh.