By A Collection of Hymns

      8-7s.
      1 SAVIOUR, when in dust to thee
      Low we bow the adoring knee;
      When, repentant, to the skies
      Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,
      O by all thy pains and woe
      Suffered once for man below,
      Bending from thy throne on high,
      Hear our solemn litany!

      2 By thy helpless infant years;
      By thy life of want and tears;
      By thy fasting and distress
      In the savage wilderness;
      By the dread mysterious hour
      Of the subtle tempter's power;
      Turn, O turn a favouring eye,
      Hear our solemn litany!

      3 By the sacred grief that wept
      O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
      By the gracious tears that flowed
      Over Salem's loved abode;
      By the mournful word that told
      Treachery lurked within thy fold,
      From thy seat above the sky,
      Hear our solemn litany!

      4 By thine hour of whelming fear;
      By thine agony of prayer;
      By the purple robe of scorn;
      By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn;
      By the gloom that veiled the skies
      O'er the dreadful sacrifice;
      Listen to our humble cry,
      Hear our solemn litany!

      5 By thy deep expiring groan;
      By the sealed sepulchral stone;
      By the vault whose dark abode
      Held in vain the rising God,
      O from earth to heaven restored,
      Mighty God, ascended Lord,
      Listen, listen to the cry
      Of our solemn litany!