Hope In Sorrow

Though sorely pressed,
And by affliction laid low,
We are greatly blessed,
With hope in sorrow.

For God’s own Son,
Has come down to earth;
And He offers to all,
Eternal life and rebirth.

All who trust Him,
Will be born again.
The Lord Jesus has ransomed,
Every soul born of men.

It’s for Him we were made,
And for Him our hearts pine.
We are but branches who long,
To rejoin the True Vine.

We’re all born with a thirst,
But our cup’s filled with mud.
Our thirst can only be slaked,
With the Son of God’s blood.

For this reason He came,
And was born as a man.
To restore and reclaim,
Was His gracious good plan.

He bore all our sorrows;
Took our grief on His back.
He paid for our sin,
And faced Death’s attack.

Picture this scene,
With me for a moment.
Consider the cost,
Of Christ’s gracious atonement:

Behold the Most High,
Accused false and sore beaten.
See Him nailed to a tree;
From each pore, blood secretin.

His beautiful brow,
Is crowned with sharp thorns.
As He struggles for breath,
He suffers and mourns.

“Forgive them My Father,
They know not what they do.
As I hang here and die,
Help them see what is true.

Father, where are you?
Where have you gone?
Help me, please help me.
Why have you withdrawn?”

Consider His tears,
That fell down like rain.
He faced our greatest fears,
And devoured our pain.

And yet we have hope,
For He is risen.
Jesus trampled down Death,
And emptied its prison.

We are now free;
Certain hope is now ours.
For all who trust Jesus,
He has sundered Death’s bars.

We are blessed great hope,
My friends, lift up your face.
The risen King Jesus,
Offers us truth and grace.

No pain of this earth,
Can separate us from God.
If in Christ you have trusted,
You’ve cast off Death’s facade.