Emphasis Preaching Journal
Throned upon the awful tree...
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"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.
Silent through those three dead hours, Wrestling with the evil powers, Left alone with human sin, Gloom around thee and within,
Till the appointed time is nigh, Till the Lamb of God may die.
Hark, that cry that peals aloud Upward through the whelming cloud! Thou, the Father's only Son, Thou his own anointed one,
Thou does ask him -- can it be? "Why has thou forsaken me?"
Darkness veils thine anguished face; None its lines of woe can trace; None can tell what pangs unknown Hold thee silent and alone.
Silent through those three dead hours, Wrestling with the evil powers, Left alone with human sin, Gloom around thee and within,
Till the appointed time is nigh, Till the Lamb of God may die.
Hark, that cry that peals aloud Upward through the whelming cloud! Thou, the Father's only Son, Thou his own anointed one,
Thou does ask him -- can it be? "Why has thou forsaken me?"