Savior, When in Dust to Thee

Savior

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 the 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 days of sore dis­tress

In the savage wild­er­ness

By the dread mys­ter­ious hour

Of the in­sult­ing tempt­er’s pow­er

Turn

O turn a fa­vor­ing eye

Hear our so­lemn li­ta­ny!

By the sac­red griefs that wept

O’er the grave where La­zar­us slept;

By the bod­ing tears that flowed

Over Sa­lem’s loved ab­ode;

By the ang­uished sigh that told

Treachery lurked with­in Thy fold;

From Thy seat above the sky

Hear our so­lemn li­ta­ny!

By Thine hour of dire des­pair

By Thine ago­ny of pray­er

By the cross

the nail

the thorn

Piercing spear

and tor­tur­ing scorn

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 sad se­pul­chral stone

By the vault whose dark ab­ode

Held in vain the ris­ing God!

O from earth to Heav’n re­stored

Mighty

re-as­cend­ed Lord

Listen

list­en to the cry

Of our so­lemn li­ta­ny!