The Gospel in Galatians
With hunger wasted, and distress,
Behold Him in the wilderness,
The Christ who came to save and bless.
Alone! What solitude so drear!
And God’s own foe draws softly near
To whisper in His holy ear.
All present bribes of earth and sense
He brings to lure his victim thence;
Those white lips answer, “Get thee hence!”
What anguish hangs upon His brow;
His fainting limbs refuse to bow,
Jesus, all tempted, sinless Thou!
O Victor—Victim! Hear us call;
Low at Thy feet we sinners fall;
Our sins, Thy sorrows, us appall!
Those sins, our sins, Thy sorrows wrought;
Our guilt Thy awful conflict brought;
In Thee the foe our weakness fought.
Nor were Thy sufferings measured yet:
Thine agony and bloody sweat;
Thy cross whereon all sorrows met;
The torture and the mockery;
The desolation of that cry
That rent the earth and hid the sky.
Oh, one by one we tell Thy woes
That we may feel the bitter throes
Of grief the sinner only knows;
Thus, thus alone, to learn how vast
Thy love that counts our guilt o’erpast
To win and keep us Thine at last!