Darkly Rose the Guilty Morning BARNBY III—Sir Joseph Barnby Darkly Rose the Guilty Morning 1 Darkly rose the guilty morning, When, the King of glory scorning, Raged the fierce Jerusalem; See the Christ, His cross upbearing, See Him stricken, spit on, wearing The thorn plated diadem. 2 Not the crowd whose cries assailed Him, Nor the hands that rudely nailed Him, Slew Him on the cursed tree; Ours the sin from heaven that called Him, Ours the sin whose burden galled Him In the sad Gethsemane.