1 When the heart is sad within
With the sense of all its sin,
When the spirit sinks with fear,
Jesus, Holy Saviour! hear.
2 When our hearts are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Jesus, Holy Saviour! hear.
3 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear,
Jesus, Holy Saviour! hear.
4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,
Thou Thy precious blood hast shed,
Thou, whom grateful hearts revere,
Jesus, Holy Saviour! hear.
5 Thou art now our mighty God,
Ruling all with sceptre-rod;
Thou to help art ever near,
Jesus, Holy Saviour! hear.
1 In the hour of trial, Jesus, strengthen me;
Lest by base denial,
I depart from Thee.
When Thou see'st me waver,
With a look recall,
Nor for fear or favour
Suffer me to fall.
2 With forbidden pleasures
Would this vain world charm,
Or its sordid treasures
Spread to work me harm;
Bring to my remembrance
Sad Gethsemane,
Or in darker semblance
Cross-crowned Calvary.
3 Should Thy mercy send me
Sorrow, toil, and woe;
Or should pain attend me
On my path of woe:
Grant that I may never
Fail Thy hand to see;
Grant that I may ever
Cast my care on Thee.
4 When my lamp low burning
Sinks in death's last pain;
Earth to earth returning,
Dust to dust again;
On Thy truth relying,
Through that mortal strife,
Saviour, take me dying
To eternal life. AMEN.
1 Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow
Of the sad heart that comes to Thee for rest;
Cares of to-day, and burdens for to-morrow,
Blessings implored, and sins to be confessed;
We come before Thee at Thy gracious word,
And lay them at Thy feet: Thou knowest, Lord.
2 Thou knowest all the past: how long and blindly
On the dark mountains the lost wanderer strayed;
How the good Shepherd followed, and how kindly
He bore it home, upon His shoulders laid;
And healed the bleeding wounds, and soothed the pain,
And brought back life, and hope, and strength again.
3 Thou knowest all the present; each temptation,
Each toilsome duty, each foreboding fear;
All to each one assigned of tribulation,
Or to beloved ones, than self more dear;
All pensive memories, as we journey on,
Longings for vanished smiles and voices gone.
4 Thou knowest, not alone as God, all-knowing;
As man, our mortal weakness Thou hast proved:
On earth, with purest sympathies o'erflowing,
O Saviour, Thou hast wept, and Thou hast loved;
And love and sorrow still to Thee may come,
And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home.
5 Therefore we come, Thy gentle call obeying,
And lay our sins and sorrows at Thy feet;
On everlasting strength our weakness staying,
We hear Thy Word, we feel its light and heat;
Then rising and refreshed, we go our way
And follow on unto eternal day. AMEN.
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