Low in Thine Agony

Low in Thine ago­ny

Bearing Thy cross for me

Savior di­vine!

In the dark tempt­er’s hour

Quailing be­neath his pow­er

Sorrowing yet more and more

Thou dost in­cline.

O Lord of Heav’n and earth

What sor­row unto death

Dost Thou sus­tain?

Thou dost in ang­uish bow:

Thou art for­sak­en now;

For me this cup of woe

Thou dost now drain.

In deep and trem­bling fears

With cry­ing strong and tears

Now Thou dost pray.

If it be pos­si­ble

This cup so ter­ri­ble

Father most mer­ci­ful

Take it away.

Yet

Lord

Thy will be done;

Lo

I

Thine on­ly Son

This cup will drink.

O won­drous love of Thine

Unspeakable

di­vine;

To save this soul of mine

Thou wilt not shrink.

Savior

give me to share

Thy low­ly will and pray­er

In all my woe;

In my soul’s ago­ny

Let me re­sem­ble Thee;

An an­gel strength­en­ing me

Let me

too

know.

Thy soul its tra­vail saw

And in its hea­vy woe

Was sa­tis­fied.

So let Thy sor­row

Lord

Fullness of joy af­ford

To life and God re­stored

Through Him who died.