Sorrow and Love
Sorrow and love are on display,
By the light of torch and flame;
Betrayal’s kiss and soldier’s sword,
Have detained the mighty Lord.
But through it all Jesus stays still,
For He’s surrendered to God’s will;
To drink in full sin’s bitter cup,
Drowning in sorrow, driven by love,
Drowning in sorrow, driven by love.
How great the sorrow and the pain,
Brought to Him by sinful men;
With rod and whip He’s beaten down,
Jagged thorns His mocking crown;
Nailed to the cross and lifted high,
They pierce His hands, His feet and side;
His battered face is drenched with blood:
Covered in sorrow, and crowned with love,
Covered in sorrow, and crowned with love.
How great the love that He has shown,
That His life he would lay down;
Though He himself was without sin,
Its dread curse was placed on Him;
He suffered through death’s dark distress,
That we might know God’s righteousness;
He bore the wrath of God above,
How deep His sorrow, How vast His love,
How deep His sorrow, How vast His love.