There is! there is! for now the powers of hell
Are struggling for the mastery—’tis the hour
When death exerts his last permitted power,
When the dead weight of sin, since Adam fell,
Is visited on Him who deigned to dwell—
A man with men, that He might bear the stroke
Of wrath divine, and break the captive’s yoke—
But O, of that dread strife, what words can tell?
Those, only those which broke, with many a groan,
From His full heart—“O, Father, take away