305 7s. 8L. J. Stainer, 1840-1901 Savior, when in dust to Thee Low we bend the a- dor-ing knee; Bend-ing from Thy throne on high, Hear our sol-emn lit a ny! 2 By Thy helpless infant years, 3 By Thine hour of dire despair, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn; By the gloom that veiled the skies 4 By Thy deep expiring groan Sir Robert Grant, 1815 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast 3 See from His head, His hands, His feet, 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, I. Watts, 1707 307 7, 6, 7, 6, 8, 8, 7, 7. J. B. Calkin, 1872 O Jesus, fount of per-fect love, Ho-liest, ten-derest, near est; Jesus, source of grace com-plet-est, Je - sus, pur - est, Je-sus sweetest, Org. Je sus, well of power divine, Make me, keep me, seal me Thine! 2 Jesus, open me the gate, That the robber entered, Who in that most lost estate Wholly on Thee ventured. Thou whose wounds are ever pleading, From my misery let me rise 3 Jesus, crowned with thorns for me, Jesus, clad in purple raiment, 4 When I cross death's bitter sea, As the storm draws nigher: Jesus, leave me not to languish, Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish. Tell me, "Verily, I say, Thou shalt be with Me today." Theoctistus of the Studium, ca. 890 terri-ble a thing is sin; And so to wisdom turn-ing, Up-on the cruci 2 Look on His head, that bleeding head, With crown of thorns surrounded; Look on His sacred hands and feet, Which piercing nails have wounded; See every limb with scourges rent; On Him, the just, the innocent, What malice hath abounded! 3 'Tis not alone those tender limbs His heart within is breaking. The place of sinners taking. 4 No man has any sorrow borne Beyond imagination were 5 Now mark, O man, and ponder well For whom were all those wounds en- 6 Flee, therefore, sinner, flee from sin O thank thy Savior, and entreat The life eternal sharing. |