Your Grief Was Greatest

When cords of sorrow around me do wind,
And my traitorous heart to despair is inclined,
This one true thought I recall to my mind:

Oh Lord, Your grief was greatest.

Though by sickness and pain I am sorely pressed,
And with heaving sobs, air expels from my chest,
I remember by my Lord Jesus I’m possessed.

Oh Lord, Your grief was greatest.

My head pounds without end, at least not on this Earth,
And of good health and cheer, in my life, there’s a dearth,
But in Heaven’s harbor I have found safe berth.

Oh Lord, Your grief was greatest.

You watched Your children, Your beloved creation,
Abhor and reject You, choosing damnation,
Falling headfirst from a once lofty station.

Oh Lord, Your grief was greatest.

You would not suffer us, in sin, to be lost;
Instead You came down, in love, to pay the cost,
So that we might, with Your seal, be embossed.

Oh Lord, Your grief was greatest.

Humbly You descended to be crowned with thorns,
To save the ones who met You with scorns;
It is for these that Your gracious heart mourns.

Oh Lord, Your grief was greatest.

Nailed to a tree, You suffered and died;
The presence of the Father, to You, was denied,
That mercy to the Crucifiers might be supplied.

Oh Lord, Your grief was greatest.

Upon the cross You gave a victory shout;
As death and its armies You did fully rout,
To be unto us an eternal redoubt.

Oh Lord, Your grief was greatest.

Your dead, broken body was placed in a tomb;
From Heaven’s splendor You came to this doom,
That all our sin, in love, You could consume.

Oh Lord, Your grief was greatest.

Jesus, You rose, and now we might live,
For in awesome power You came through death’s sieve;
And by grace through faith all our sin You forgive.

Oh Lord, Your grace is greatest.