Hour of Honor

"When I was daily with you in the temple, ye stretched forth no hands against Me: but this is your hour, and the power of darkness" (Luke 22:53).

The finest and the darkest hour
When love came shining through,
Was when the darkness saw its power
Thus conquered, Lord, by You.

Satan in his darkest rage
With all his wicked bands
Then drafted history's brightest page
When they stretched forth their hands.

Those wicked hands that did their worst
Unwittingly unveiled
The heart of God that loved us first,
And never, never failed.

Hatred had its hour, Lord,
And darkness had its ways.
But honor had its sweet reward
Of our Redeemer's praise.