Full of trembling expectation,

Feeling much and fearing more,

Mighty God of my salvation!

I thy timely aid implore;

Suffering Son of Man, be near me,

All my sufferings to sustain;

By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,

By thy more than mortal pain.

2 Call to mind that unknown anguish,

In thy days of flesh below;

When thy troubled soul did languish

Under a whole world of woe;

When thou didst our curse inherit,

Groan beneath our guilty load,

Burdened with a wounded spirit,

Bruised by all the wrath of God.

3 By thy most severe temptation,

In that dark, Satanic hour;

By thy last, mysterious passion,

Screen me from the adverse power;

By thy fainting in the garden,

By thy bloody sweat I pray,

Write upon my heart the pardon,

Take my sins and fears away.

4 By the travail of thy spirit,

By thine outcry on the tree,

By thine agonizing merit,

In my pangs, remember me!

By thy pangs of crucifixion,

My weak, dying soul befriend;

Make me patient in affliction,

Keep me faithful to the end.