A Morn Of Guilt, An Hour Of Doom. (Hymn)

"There was darkness."     A Morn of guilt, an hour of doom -         Shocks and tremblings dread;     All the city sunk in gloom -         Thick darkness overhead.     An awful Sufferer straight and stark;         Mocking voices fell;     Tremblings - tremblings in the dark,         In heaven, and earth, and hell.     Groping, stumbling up the way,         They pass, whom Christ forgave;     They know not what they do - they say,         "Himself He cannot save.     On His head behold the crown         That alien hands did weave;     Let Him come down, let Him come down,         And we will believe!"     Fearsome dreams, a rending veil,         Cloven rocks down hurl'd;     God's love itself doth seem to fail         The Saviour of the world.     Dying thieves do curse and wail,         Either side is scorn;     Lo! He hangs while some cry "Hail!"         Of heaven and earth forlorn.     Still o'er His passion darkness lowers,         He nears the deathly goal;     But He shall see in His last hours         Of the travail of His soul;     Lo, a cry! - the firstfruits given         On the accursd tree -     "Dying Love of God in heaven,         Lord, remember me!"     By His sacrifice, foreknown         Long ages ere that day,     And by God's sparing of His own         Our debt of death to pay;     By the Comforter's consent,         With ardent flames bestow'd,     In this dear race when Jesus went         To make His mean abode -     By the pangs God look'd not on,         And the world dared not see;     By all redeeming wonders won         Through that dread mystery; -     Lord, receive once more the sigh         From the accursd tree -     "Sacred Love of God most high,         O remember me!"