| Song | Morning Dawns Upon The Place |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | Morning Dawns Upon The Place |
| Theme(s) | Christ:Sufferings |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
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The Morning Dawns Upon The Place
Where Jesus Spent The Night In Prayer;
Through Yielding Glooms Behold His Face!
Nor Form, Nor Comeliness Is There.
Brought Forth To Judgment, Now He Stands
Arraigned, Condemned, At Pilate’s Bar;
Here, Spurned By Fierce Pretorian Bands;
There, Mocked By Herod’s Men Of War.
He Bears Their Buffeting And Scorn
Mock-Homage Of The Lip, The Knee
The Purple Robe, The Crown Of Thorn
The Scourge, The Nail, The Accursed Tree.
No Guile Within His Mouth Is Found;
He Neither Threatens Nor Complains;
Meek As A Lamb For Slaughter Bound,
Dumb ’Mid His Murderers He Remains.
But Hark, He Prays; ’Tis For His Foes
And Speaks: ’Tis Comfort To His Friends;
Answers: And Paradise Bestows;
He Bows His Head: The Conflict Ends.
