Each day of Holy Week this year (except for Palm Sunday, as I am a bit behind), I am going to post a hymn stanza. Enjoy them as you reflect.
"In Silent Pain the Eternal Son"
Christopher M. Idle
In silent pain the eternal Son hangs derelict and still;
In darkened day His work is done, fulfilled, His Father's will.Uplifted for the world to see He hangs in strangest victory,For in His body on the tree He carries all our ill.
He died that we might die to sin and live for righteousness;
The earth is stained to make us clean and bring us into peace.
For peace He came and met the cost; He gave Himself to save the lost;
He loved us to the uttermost and paid for our release.
For strife He came to bring a sword, the truth to end all lies;
To rule in us, our patient Lord, until the evil dies:
For in His hand he holds the stars, His voice shall speak to end our wars,
And those who love Him see His scars and look into His eyes.