Our God sore bruised for our infirmities!

Oh! blinding sweet the vision that awoke

Within my soul to fill my eyes with tears!

To-day was it, not in those long-past years,

That Heart divine, with love unbounded, broke.

Oh! blinding sweet in its strange melody

The voice that, rending heart, called from the cross,

In that dark hour of life’s bitterest loss,

“Eli, Eli, lamma sabacthani!”

O strong gray walls! blessed was that little space