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!