Carried our sorrows

As their mass had bowed

Our hearts and our backs, He hath

Carried our sorrows. 

Angles on the Forth Railway Bridge

For us

If God forsook Him

We learn in grace and judgment

That it was for us.

 

He hath borne our griefs

The hunger of loss;

Life-pangs; collapses of hope:

He hath borne our griefs.

Rain over the Peak District

 Deer in Tatton Park

We esteemed Him not

The Lord of glory

Displaying effulgent grace:

We esteemed Him not.

 Buxton, Derbyshire - an old spa town

Men hid their faces

 The Lord of glory

Displayed the glory of God:

Men hid their faces.

From the grounds of Chatsworth House

The Catch

 I don't know if you saw this story  I responded with this:

They could not force the door.  As the fire blazed

The boys were locked within.  So the three ran

Down to their friend who desperately gazed

Up at the boys' high window. Their last plan

Now was to catch the children as they fell

Forty-five feet.  Braced for the falls to impact,

They huddled; and, through mercy, it befell

That they, though wounded, held the boys, intact.

But one Man broke my fall; the Lord was bruised

For my transgressions; for by no great act

Of power, but through the One whom men abused,

Now I am in the Saviour's arms, intact.

And if you are to be redeemed you must

Fall to the arms of Christ in simple trust. 

Men hid their faces

The Lord of glory

Displaying effulgent grace:

Men hid their faces.

 The Emperor Fountain

Acquainted with grief

The Lord of glory

Listening to their stories -

Acquainted with grief. 

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