Throned Upon the Awful Tree

[rjones]

From Throned Upon the Awful Tree (John Ellerton, 1875)



Throned upon the awful tree,

King of grief, I watch with Thee.

Darkness veils Thine anguished face:

None its lines of woe can trace:

None can tell what pangs unknown

Hold Thee silent and alone



Silent through those three dread hours,

Wrestling with the evil powers,

Left alone with human sin,

Gloom around Thee and within,

Till the appointed time is nigh,

Till the Lamb of God may die