| When our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! | | Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! | | When the solemn death-bell tolls For our own departing souls, When our final doom is near, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! | | Thou hast bowed the dying head, Thou the blood of life hast shed, Thou hast filled a mortal bier; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! | | When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! | | Thou the shame, the grief, hast known, Though the sins were not thine own; Thou hast deigned their load to bear; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! | |