THIS HYMN EXPRESS MARY'S FELLING TOWARD JESUS, HER SON.WHILE MARY WAS WATCHING, THEY HUNG JESUS HIGH.
HIS FEET HUNG BEYOND HER; HIS HANDS REACHED THE SKY.
HIS BLOOD AND HIS SWEAT SOAKED AND MATTED HIS HAIR.
SHE WISHED SHE COULD TOUCH HIM, AND SHOW HIM HER CARE.
SHE WISHED HE COULD HEAR HER: NOT EVEN HER SHOUT
WOULD CARRY; THE HUBBUB WAS SHUTTING HER OUT.
HIS FRIENDS KEPT SAFE DISTANCE, AWAY FROM THE SCORN;
BUT SHE STOOD THERE RUEING THE DAY HE WAS BORN.
SHE THOUGHT OF THE ANGEL, BEFORE HE BEGAN.
SHE THOUGHT OF THE SONG OF THE FAITHFUL OLD MAN.
SHE THOUGHT OF THE DAY SHE DELIGHTED TO FIND
HER BOY IN THE TEMPLE, WITH GOD IN HIS MIND.
SHE GAZED AT THE SON, WHOM THE FATHER HAD SENT;
AND LOOKING, AND THINKING, SHE SAW WHAT HE MEANT.
LORD JESUS, OUR SAVIOUR, WITH MARY WE BOW
TO HONOUR THE DEATH WHICH GIVES LIFE TO US NOW.
Alison M. Robertson (1940)