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!

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 pow’r-

Turn, O turn a fav’uring 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,

From Thy seat above the sky,

Hear our solemn litany!

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!

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!