MAN OF SORROWS, WRAPT IN GRIEF

Man of sorrows, wrapt in grief,
Bow thine ear to our relief;
Thou for us the path hast trod
Of the dreadful wrath of God;
Thou the cup of fire hast drained
Till its light alone remained.
Lamb of Love! We look to thee:
Hear our mournful litany.

2. By the garden, fraught with woe,
Whither thou full oft wouldst go;
By thine agony of prayer
In the desolation there;
By the dire and deep distress
Of that mystery fathomlessLord, our tears in mercy see:
Hearken to our litany.

3. By the chalice brimming o’er
With disgrace and torment sore;
By those lips which fain would pray
That it might but pass away;
By the heart which drank it dry,
Lest a rebel race should die -
By thy pity, Lord, our plea:
Hear our solemn litany.

4. Man of sorrows! Let thy grief
Purchase for us our relief:
Lord of mercy! Bow thine ear,
Slow to anger, swift to hear:
By the Cross’s royal road
Lead us to the throne of God.
There for aye to sing to thee
Heaven’s triumphant litany.