April 8, 2022 — Friday of the Temptation of Jesus in the Wilderness

Wa Habibi

O My Son, o My Beloved
See the plight love brings You to.
Who has seen you and not mourned you?
You! You are the Redeemer!
O my Love, what kind of guilt
Has the slave made his king bear?
They disfigured you and maimed you
With no hope for any cure

Look on me daughter of Sion
Crushed beneath this mighty wave.
Anguish fills my very marrow
And it leads me to the grave.
There is none to be a friend now
And this angry mob to brave.
For the suff'ring I endure.

When in the garden at night
The redeemer did bow down
While the earth echoed His plight,
The source of all reverent sound.
The trees of olives are crying
And lips are calling for Him.
My Love, why are You departing?
Has faithfulness grown dim?