Our Blessèd Savior Seven Times Spoke

Our bless­èd Sav­ior sev’n times spoke

When on the cross our sins He took

And died lest men should per­ish.

Let us His last and dy­ing words

In our re­mem­brance cher­ish.

Fa­ther

for­give these men; for

lo

They tru­ly know not what they do.

So far His love ex­tend­ed.

Forgive us

Lord

for we

too

have

Through ig­no­rance of­fend­ed.

Now to the con­trite thief He cries:

Thou

ve­ri­ly

in para­dise

Shall meet Me ere to­mor­row.

Lord

take us to Thy king­dom soon

Who lin­ger here in sor­row.

To weep­ing Ma­ry

stand­ing by

Behold thy Son

now hear Him cry;

To John

Be­hold thy mo­ther.

Provide

O Lord

for those we leave;

Let each be­friend the oth­er.

The Sav­ior’s fourth word was I thirst.

O migh­ty Prince of Life

Thy thirst

For us and our sal­va­tion

Is tru­ly great; do help us

then

That we es­cape dam­na­tion.

The fifth

My God

My God

O why

Forsake Me? Hark

the aw­ful cry!

Lord

Thou wast here for­sak­en

That we might be re­ceived on high;

Let this hope not be shak­en.

The sixth

when vic­to­ry was won

’Tis fin­ished! for Thy work was done.

Grant

Lord

that

on­ward press­ing

We may the work Thou dost im­pose

Fulfill with Thine own bless­ing.

The last

as woe and suf­fer­ings end

O God

My Fa­ther

I com­mend

Into Thy hands My Spir­it.

Be this

dear Lord

my dy­ing wish;

O heav­en­ly Fa­ther

hear it.

Whoe’er

by sense of sin op­pressed

Upon these words his thoughts will rest

He joy and hope ob­tain­eth

And through God’s love and bound­less grace

A peace­ful con­science gain­eth.

O Je­sus Christ

Thou cru­ci­fied

Who hast for our of­fens­es died

Grant that we e’er may pon­der

Thy wounds

Thy cross

Thy bit­ter death

Both here be­low and yon­der.