Out of the depths to Thee I cry,
Incarnate Son of God:
The paths of our humanity
Thy fainting footsteps trod.

Thou Man of grief, who once apart
Didst all our sorrows bear—
The trembling hand, the fainting heart,
The agony, and prayer!

Is this the consecrated dower
Thy chosen ones obtain,
To know Thy resurrection power
Through fellowship of pain?

Then, O my soul, in silence wait;
Faint not, O faltering feet;
Press onward to that blest estate
In righteousness complete.

Let faith transcend the passing hour,
The transient pain and strife,
Upraised by an immortal power—
The power of endless life.

Elizabeth Eunice Marcy

He is despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief; and we hid as it were our faces from Him: He was despised, and we esteemed Him not. Surely He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and with His stripes we are healed.

Isaiah 53:3-5

Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South. Publishing House of the M. E. Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #83.

Note: This hymn is in the public domain. Also, the hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I generally use the first line as the title.

Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2021

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