19. By the blood that flowed from Thee

By the blood that flowed from Thee

In Thy bitter agony;

By the scourge so meekly borne;

By Thy purple robe of scorn;

1st Chorus

Jesus, Saviour, hear our cry!

2d Chorus

Thou wert suff'ring once as we;

Tutti

We thy children sing to Thee.

By the thorns that crowned Thy Head;

By Thy sceptre of a reed;

By Thy Footsteps faint and slow

Weighted beneath Thy Cross of woe,

By the nails and pointed spear;

By Thy people's cruel jeer;

By Thy dying pray'r which rose

Begging mercy for Thy foes.

By the darkness thick as night

Blotting out the sun from sight;

By the cry with which in death

Thou didst yield Thy parting Breath.

By Thy weeping Mother's woe;

By the sword that pierced her through,

When, in anguish standing by,

On the Cross she saw Thee die.