Weep not for Him who onward bears
His Cross to Calvary.
He does not ask man s pitying tears,
Who wills for man to die.

The awful sorrow of His face,
the bowing of His frame,
Come not from torture nor disgrace:
He fears not Cross nor shame.

There is a deeper pang of grief,
An agony unknown,
In which His love finds no relief-
He bears it all alone.

He sees the souls for whom He dies
Yet clinging to their sin,
And heirs of mansions in the skies
Who will not enter in.

O may I in Thy sorrow share,
And mourn that sins of mine
Should ever wound with grief or care
That loving heart of Thine.