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God spared not His own Son when He was bearing our sins.

BibleGateway: Mark 15:33-41

ESV Text: Mark 15:33-41

KJV Text:

The section starts at about 3:19 and ends at about 4:38

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     33 And when the sixth hour was come, there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour. 34 And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? 35 And some of them that stood by, when they heard it, said, Behold, he calleth Elias. 36 And one ran and filled a sponge full of vinegar, and put it on a reed, and gave him to drink, saying, Let alone; let us see whether Elias will come to take him down. 37 And Jesus cried with a loud voice, and gave up the ghost. 38 And the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom. 39 And when the centurion, which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said, Truly this man was the Son of God. 40 There were also women looking on afar off: among whom was Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James the less and of Joses, and Salome; 41 (Who also, when he was in Galilee, followed him, and ministered unto him;) and many other women which came up with him unto Jerusalem.(KJV)

Hymn: TLH 174:
Throned upon the Awe-ful Tree

— Organ Audio

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1. Throned upon the awe-full tree, 
King of grief, I watch with Thee. 
Darkness veils Thine anguished face; 
None its lines of woe can trace, 
None can tell what pangs unknown 
Hold Thee silent and alone. 

2. Silent through those three dread hours, 
Wrestling with the evil powers. 
Left alone with human sin, 
Gloom around Thee and within, 
Till the appointed time is nigh, 
Till the Lamb of God may die. 

3. Hark the cry that peals aloud 
Upward through the whelming cloud! 
Thou, the Father’s only Son, 
Thou, His own Anointed One, 
Thou dost ask Him, Can it be? 
“Why hast Thou forsaken Me?” 

4. Lord, should fear and anguish roll 
Darkly o’er my sinful soul, 
Thou, who once wast thus bereft 
That Thine own might ne’er be left, 
Teach me by that bitter cry 
In the gloom to know Thee nigh.