Scripture Verse

We have not a high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. Hebrews 4:15


Horatius Bonar

Words: Ho­ra­ti­us Bo­nar, The Bi­ble Hymn-Book 1845.

Music: Pal­es­tine (Mo­dern Harp) Mo­dern Harp, 1846 (🔊 pdf nwc).


Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep
For human ministry;
It knows not how to tell itself
To any but to Thee.

Thou dost remember still, amid
The glories of God’s throne,
The sorrows of mortality,
For they were once Thine own.

Yes: for, as if Thou wouldst be God,
Even in Thy misery,
There’s been no sorrow but Thine own,
Untouched by sympathy.

Jesus, my fainting spirit brings
Its fearfulness to Thee;
Thine eye, at least, can penetrate
The clouded mystery.

And is it not, O Lord, enough,
This holy sympathy?
There is no sorrow e’er so deep
But I may bring to Thee.

It is enough, my precious Lord,
Thy tender sympathy!
My every sin and sorrow can
Devolve itself on Thee.

As God, Thou graspedst e’en the whole
Of human misery;
Thine own alone lay desolate,
That Thou might pitied be.

Thy risen life but fits Thee more
For kindly sympathy;
Thy love unhindered rests upon
Each bruisèd branch in Thee.

Jesus! Thou hast availed to search
My deepest malady;
It freely flows—more freely finds
The gracious remedy.