L. M. *Gaskell. Christ the Sufferer. |
1 Dark were the paths our Master trod, Yet never failed his trust in God; Cruel and fierce the wrongs he bore, Yet he but felt for man the more. 2 Unto the cross in faith he went, His Father's willing instrument; Upon the cross his prayer arose In pity for his ruthless foes. 3 O, may we all his kindred be, By holy love and sympathy; Still loving man through every ill, And trusting in our Father's will!
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