L.M. 1 MY sufferings all to thee are known, Tempted in every point like me; Regard my grief, regard thy own, Jesus, remember Calvary!
2 O call to mind thy earnest prayers, Thy agony, and sweat of blood, Thy strong and bitter cries and tears, Thy mortal groan, "My God! my God!"
3 For whom didst thou the cross endure? Who nailed thy body to the tree? Did not thy death my life procure? O let thy pity answer me!
4 Art thou not touched with human woe? Hath pity left the Son of man? Dost thou not all my sorrows know, And claim a share in all my pain?
5 Have I not heard, have I not known, That thou, the everlasting Lord, Whom heaven and earth their Maker own, Art always faithful to thy word?
6 Thou wilt not break a bruised reed, Or quench the smallest spark of grace, Till through the soul thy power is spread, Thy all-victorious righteousness.
7 The day of small and feeble things I know thou never wilt despise; I know, with healing in his wings The Sun of righteousness shall rise.
8 With labour faint thou wilt not fail, Or wearied give the sinner o'er, Till in this earth thy judgments dwell, And, born of God, I sin no more.
