Job xxxv. 10.
O
Lord, in my songs I have praised Thee
For
all that was sweet and was
fair;
And
now a new song would I sing Thee,
A
song that is wondrous and
rare.
A
song of the heart that is broken,
A
song of the sighs and the
tears,
The
sickness, the want, and the sadness
Of
the days of our pilgrimage
years.
A
song of the widows and orphans,
Of
the weary and hungry and
sad--
Loud
praise of the will Thou has broken,
The
will of the young and the
glad.
A
song of the outcasts and martyrs,
A
song of the scorned and
despised--
The
lonely, dishonoured, forsaken,
Who
knew the rejection of
Christ.
Sweet
sings the great choir of sorrow
The
song of the gladness
untold,
To
Him on the Throne of His glory,
Who
wept in the days of
old.
H. Suso.
