Oh Where Are Thy Tears

Michael E. Wood

October 18, 2012

Oh where are thy tears, oh preacher, oh man,

As you preach of Gods glory and His saving plan,

Amidst stone cold hearts now steeped dead in sin

Which cannot nor will not let Jesus Christ in?

And though by thy tears they shall never be moved,

Can it be that thy also need somewhat reproved?

For how can thy Savior’s true beauty be seen?

But by thy humility through which we glean

Those handfuls on purpose of which God has left

By our kinsman redeemer which pour from the cleft

Of his side which was riven to show forth the fruit

That we are his offspring, as he is the root

From which we draw courage and strength to abide

By his Spirit effectual in whom we confide

To teach us more clearly and further the cause

Of His transient glory by which he now draws

A remnant so great to the end of the age;

Oh glory to Christ, who for us did engage

The wrath which was due as we sunk in our sin,

But took on himself in exchange there to win

On the cross by his blood as he poured out his soul,

As the offering up of the sacrifice whole,

Which not only purchased forgiveness complete

But the righteousness whereby we come now to meet

With God in communion to know Him so great

Who fashioned us for the eternal estate

To show forth His glory in kindness to man

In spite of ourselves by His own loving hand.