Poems (Kimball)/"Oh! see Him where he hangs"

by Harriet McEwen Kimball

HYMNS FOR GOOD FRIDAY.

I.

OH!,see Him where He hangs,
 The world's one sacrifice;
No tongue of earth can tell His pangs,
 Who our Redeemer dies.

True God and truest
 In one forever knit;
His anguish thought can never span,
 For it is infinite.

In all the universe
 The central Figure He,
As weeping centuries rehearse
 Time's crowning tragedy.

Again the flood of scorn,
 The scourge, the crown, the jeer,
The sacred body nailed and torn,
 The taunts, the sponge, the spear.

Again—O depth, O height
 Of Love that hath no name!—
The prayer for those who in His sight
 Could no compassion claim.

Again the rended rocks,
 The hearts of human stone,
The darkness and the earthquake shocks,
 The graves of hope upthrown.

At His dear feet again,
 His Cross in her embrace,
The weeping Church, like Magdalen,
 Buries her stricken face.

Again the streaming side,
 The broken heart, the cry!
Again, O Jesus Crucified,
 The endless victory.