1 Suffering Son of man, be near me,
In my sufferings to sustain;
By Thy sorer griefs to cheer me,
By Thy more than mortal pain.
2 Call to mind that unknown anguish,
In Thy days of flesh below,
When Thy troubled soul did languish
Under a whole world of woe.
3 By Thy most severe temptation
In that dark Satanic hour;
By thy last mysterious Passion,
Screen me from the adverse power.
|First Line:||Suffering Son of man, be near me|
|Author:||C. Wesley (1767, a.)|
|Notes:||Source from index: Swedish|