He Suffered

He suffered !' Was it, Lord, indeed for me,
The Just One for the unjust, Thou didst bear
The weight of sorrow that I hardly dare
To look upon, in dark Gethsemane ?

'He suffered !' Thou, my near and gracious Friend,
And yet my Lord, my God ! Thou didst not shrink
For me that full and fearful cup to drink,
Because Thou lovedst even to the end !

'He suffered !' Saviour, was Thy love so vast
That mysteries of unknown agony,
Even unto death, its only gauge could be,
Unmeasured as the fiery depths it passed ?

Lord, by the sorrows of Gethsemane,
Seal Thou my quivering love for ever unto Thee !