Saviour, when in dust to thee

Low we bow th’ adoring knee:

When repentant, to the skies

Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;

O, by all thy pains and woe,

Suffered once for man below,

Bending from thy throne on high,

Hear us when to thee we cry.

2 By thy birth and early years,

By thy human griefs and fears,

By thy fasting and distress

In the lonely wilderness;

By thy victory in the hour

Of the subtle tempter’s power;

Jesus look with pitying eye,

Hear our humble, earnest cry.

3 By thine hour of dark despair,

By thine agony of prayer,

By thy purple robe of scorn,

By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn,

By thy cross, thy pangs and cries,

By thy perfect sacrifice;

Jesus, look with pitying eye,

Listen to our humble cry.

4 By thy deep expiring groan,

By thy sealed sepulchral stone,

By thy triumph o’er the grave,

By thy power from death to save:

Dying, risen, ascended, Lord,

To thy throne in heaven restored,

Bending from thy throne on high,

Hear us when to thee we cry.