288. Saviour, when in dust to Thee
Saviour, when in dust to Thee
Low we bow the adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,
Oh! by all Thy pains aiid woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy Throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.
By Thy birth and early years;
By Thy life of want and tears;
By Thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness;
By the dread mysterious hour
Of the subtle tempter's power;
Jesu, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.
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;
Jesu, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.
By Thine hour of whelming fear;
By Thine agony and prayer;
By the purple robe of scorn;
By Thy wounds, Thy crown of thorn;
By Thy Cross, Thy pangs, and cries;
By Thy perfect sacrifice;
Jesu, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.
By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the sealed sepulchral stone;
By Thy triumph o'er the grave;
By Thy power from death to save;
Mighty God. ascended Lord,
To Thy Throne in heaven restored,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry;
Hear our solemn litany.