By A Collection of Hymns

      7s. Isaiah liii. 4.
      1 WHEN our heads are bowed with woe,
      When our bitter tears o'erflow,
      When we mourn the lost, the dear,
      Jesu, Son of David, hear.

      2 When the heart is sad within
      With the thought of all its sin,
      When the spirit shrinks with fear,
      Jesu, Son of David, hear.

      3 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
      Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
      Thou hast shed the human tear;
      Jesu, Son of David, hear.

      4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,
      Thou the blood of life hast shed,
      Thou hast filled a mortal bier;
      Jesu, Son of David, hear.