2 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 favouring eye,
Hear our solemn litany.
Who... offered up prayers... with strong crying and tears.-HEB. v. 7.
3 By the sacred grief that wept
AVIOUR, 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.
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.
4 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.
2 Round Him thronged the blind, the lame,
Deaf, and dumb, diseased, possessed;
None in vain for healing came,
All the Saviour freely blessed.
3 He could make the leper whole;
Thousands at a meal He fed;
Winds and waves He could control;
By a word He raised the dead.
4 Lord, to me Thy blessing give;
Hungering, sick, and faint, I come;
Let me in Thy presence live,
Lead me to my heavenly home.
5 Be Thy love to me revealed,
Be Thy grace by me possessed;
Touch me, and I shall be healed;
Bless me, and I shall be blessed.
John Ryland (alt.).
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WHEN the Saviour dwelt below,
Pity in His bosom reigned;
Sympathy He loved to show,
WHE
Nor the meanest suit disdained.
on Sinai's top I see
God descend in majesty,
To proclaim His holy law,
All my spirit sinks with awe.
2 When, in ecstasy sublime,
Hermon's glorious steep I climb,
At the too transporting light,
Darkness rushes o'er my sight.
3 When on Calvary I rest,
God, in flesh made manifest,
Shines in my Redeemer's face,
Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
4 Here I would for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away:
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary!
James Montgomery.
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