Thou who didst stoop below (Joseph Barnby)
- (Posted 2018-11-15) CPDL #52054:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2018-11-15). Score information: A4, 1 page, 66 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transcribed from the edition on IMSLP. Note values halved.
Original text and translations
1 Thou who didst stoop below
To drain the cup of woe,
Wearing the form of frail mortality;
Thy blessed labours done,
Thy crown of victory won,
Hast passed from earth, passed to Thy home on high.
2 Our eyes behold Thee not,
Yet hast Thou not forgot
Those who have placed their hope, their trust, in Thee;
Before Thy Father's face
Thou hast prepared a place,
That where Thou art, there they may also be.
3 It was no path of flowers,
Which, through this world of ours,
Beloved of the Father, Thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay
Shrink from the narrow way,
When clouds and darkness are around is spread.
4 O Thou who art our life
Be with us through the strife;
Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was bowed:
Raise Thou our eyes above,
To see a Father's love
Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud.