In The Winepress Alone

Today I came across this poem entitled "In The Winepress Alone".

The main repeated phrase came from Isaiah 63:3

“I have trodden the winepress alone, and from the peoples no one was with me; I trod them in my anger and trampled them in my wrath; their lifeblood spattered on my garments, and stained all my apparel."

IN THE WINEPRESS ALONE

In the dusk of the sorrowful hours,

The time of our trouble and tears,

With frost at the heart of the flowers,

And blight on the bloom of the years,--

Like the mother voice, tenderly hushing

The sound of the sob and the moan,

We hear, when the anguish is crushing,

"He trod the winepress alone."

And, therefore, he knows to the uttermost

The pangs that the mortal can bear:

No mortal has pain that the Master

Refuses to heal or to share.

And the cries that ascend to the Loving,

Who bruised Him for us to atone,

Are hushed at the gentle reproving,--

"He trod the winepress alone."

How sudden so e'er the disaster,

Or heavy the hand that may smite,

We are yet in the grace of the Master,

We are never out of his sight.

Though the winnowing winds of temptation

May forth from all quarters be blown,

We are sure of the coming salvation--

The Lord will remember his own!

From him, in the night of his trial,

Both heaven and earth fled away;

His boldest had only denial,

His dearest had only dismay.

With a cloud o'er the face of the Father,

He entered the anguish unknown;

But we, though our sorrows may gather,

Shall never endure them alone.

(Author unknown)

Later, it turned out that this poem was a hymn. Found the melody of it. (Instrumental/Piano)

	Joy Kandel - In The Winepress Alone .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

May we come to appreciate all that God accomplished through Christ.