In silent, helpless, heartfelt agony!
O, Father! hear a mother’s yearning cry!
Save him—my Father! save my darling son!
Now, now, while darkness veils the midnight sky,
I pray thee be the healing work begun!
O, hear my broken prayer, thou glorious Three in One!
XXIII.
Take from my lips this bitter, bitter cup,
If it be possible, my Father God!
He is my only son—my joy—my hope—