1 Saviour, when in dust to Thee,
Low we bow th' adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies,--
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;
Oh! by all the pains and woe,
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.

2 By Thy birth and early years,
By Thy human griefs and fears,
By Thy fasting and distress,
In the lonely wilderness,
By Thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's pow'r,
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear, etc.

3 By Thine hour of dark despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
By Thy purple robe of scorn,
By Thy wounds, Thy crown of thorn,
By Thy cross, Thy pangs and cries,
By Thy perfect sacrifice,
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn Litany.

4 By Thy deep, expiring groan,
By Thy sealed sepulchral stone,
By Thy trimph o'er the grave,
By Thy power from death to save,
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To Thy throne in heaven restored,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn Litany.