Why Hides the Sun His Face As In Defeat

LXXVIII Why hides the sun his face as in defeat? The day is done and this ninth hour had come As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet That faints the eye of such a tempest calm Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts Man’s worst is done yet still may perish not For God his best hath done that leaves no doubt Unblemished lamb in whom there is no spot The grievous cross by which he suffered death He welcomed with his open arms so wide Forgave our sins, forever to forget And rent the veil that set a great divide The finished sacrifice my gap did breach What glorious grace is this by which I’m reached!