Scripture Verse

And the Lord turned, and looked upon Peter. Luke 22:61


Words: Mrs. L. E. Proc­tor, in Fount of Bless­ing, ed­it­ed by Ro­bert G. Sta­ples (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois & Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: Cen­tral Book Con­cern, 1880), page 91.

Music: Si­chu­an Ga­bri­el Miesse, 1880 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Proc­tor’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of her or Miesse (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Oh, what a world of sad­ness lay
In our Re­deem­er’s tear­ful eye;
It touched a chord in Pe­ter’s heart,
And wrung from him that bit­ter cry.


Lord, grant Thy ser­vants perfect faith,
To watch, to wait, and to defy;
The world of scoff­ers to be­hold,
And not like them the truth de­ny.

Ardent, im­puls­ive; rea­dy e’er
To hear the Lord of earth and sky;
Why in this dark, be­tray­al hour
Did he his mas­ter thus de­ny?


O Ga­li­le­an, hon­ored, loved!
Assailed by Sa­tan in his might;
Why wast thou re­cr­eant to thy Lord,
Upon that sad and aw­ful night?


Tears, bit­ter tears, be­fit thee well,
For Christ wept tears of blood for thee;
Wrestled in ang­uish all the night,
And dole­some was Geth­se­ma­ne.


Look! Sav­ior, look up­on us now;
Oh, break our sto­ny hearts in twain;
Supremely blest may we love the Lord,
And with Thee soon in tri­umph reign.